His and Hers - IMAGINES

Fluff (bxg)

"I'm sorry Micheal. There's nothing more that we can afford to do. He's not expected to make it through the night."

"I'll always be by your side. I love you son."

Those were the last words I ever heard from my father. Right before I had to go and do a presentation for the company.

I quickly changed my direction from the conference room to my boss' office. Surely she'd let me off for today.

"Micheal. What are you doing here? You have a presentation in three minutes." She exclaimed as she looked down at her watch.

"I know Lisa. I just can't do it today. I don't feel mentally up to i-"

"I don't give a fuck what you feel mentally up to doing. You're doing that presentation and you're going to do well in it for the sake of the company."

I internally groaned. I knew she wasn't going to be understanding of this. I didn't even try to argue with her, knowing I'd already be fighting a losing battle. I walked out of her office and made my way to the conference room.

When I walked in, there were eight people in the room. Two women and six men. I saw Joseph and Simon stood at the end of the table where I'd join them, and then the other people I didn't know were sat around the table.

"Micheal, there you are. We thought we'd have to start without you." Joseph chuckled while slyly trying to scold me.

"What? Oh yeah. S-sorry about that. I'm here now." I laughed nervously.

I adjusted the collar on my shorts I loosened my tie enough to sneak my fingers under it to undo the top button.

The presentation went over pretty well. I had managed to somehow hold myself together gripping onto what ever but of rationalism I had left in my body for the hour I was talking. There was only a little longer left to go, but I could feel my reality slipping away slightly as I started to zone out.

"So Micheal, how does this new plan aid financially unstable families?"

Families.
Families.
Families.

"Uh.."

"Micheal?"

"S-sorry I..."

I knew what I wanted to say. However, somewhere between the signal from my brain to my lips had malfunctioned and I choked on my words. I so desperately tried to tell her the answer to her question, but the most amount of words I could actually wholly muster were "sorry".

"What Micheal means to say is that this new plan is designed to help families..."

Families.
Families.
Families.

I didn't hear the rest of what Simon was saying. I was too far gone into my own mind to hear what was going on. I needed to leave.

I got up and walked out of the conference room, ignoring the shouts from joe as he followed me out. I walked out of the complex and scrambled into my car after completely removing my tie.

When I walked into my house, I immediately recognised a pair of familiar shoes. Chantel was here somewhere. Actually, she most likely in the playhouse at the bottom of the garden with her headphones in as she worked.

I didn't even care that she was here. I needed a drink.

I walked into the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels out of the cabinet. I didn't bother with a cup, I just drank it straight from the bottle. The sensation started to burn the back of my throat, but the numbing feeling it was giving was enough to withstand the burn.

The more I drank, the more the memories started to flood back in. Blink after blink after blink after blink, I saw my dad and me and my sister and my mother. All merging together.

Drink.

"I love you, son."

Drink.

"I'll always be with you, son."

Drink.

"Look after your mother and sister, son."

Smash.

I threw the bottle at the wall, the glass and remaining liquid shattering and spilling everywhere.

A piece of glass shard had landed next to me on the counter. I stared down at it as my vision started to blur. I picked it up and stared at it, holding it between my fingers.

"I love you, son."

I stopped moving it between my fingers.

"I'll always be with you, son."

My hand slowly started to close around the glass shard, the jagged edges penetrating my skin.

"I'll always be with you, son."

I watched as the transparent object stained red. I took the sharpe edge and brought it to my wrist. I slowly dragged it across the fragile skin and and watched as the spot of blood started to form.

One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six lines.

The little spot of blood soon turned I to pools of it, rushing down my arms in all directions. All the mental and emotional pain on my heart had now turned into the physical pain that spread across my arm.

I slowly slid down the kitchen cupboard as I dropped the piece of glass, it shattering into more pieces. It wasn't long before I had hit the emotional turmoil. Everything had finally caught up and bottled over as I began crying and screaming over the loss of the one man that meant the absolute world to me.

"Mikey? What happened baby?" Chantel panicked as she ran in the kitchen.

I wasn't screaming, but I was still crying a lot.

"Oh baby why? You were doing so well." She sighed as she walked over to me.

She was talking about my arm.

"I-I know. I'm sorry. B-but I just couldn't hold on on anymore. I c-couldn't do it. I'm so sorry. Please don't hate me." I sobbed as she slid down next to me.

"No no no, baby. I don't hate you, or course I don't hate you." She rushed as she wrapped her arm around me. "It's okay not to be able to handle things, but you can't keep hurting yourself. You've done so well, and I can't see you fall backwards. I don't want to see you fall backwards baby." She whispered as she kissed my head.

"I know, I know. It's just that h-he's gone. And I don't know how to cope with it. The one man I knew I could rely on is gone. And I don't know what to do." I admitted as she pulled my head to rest on her shoulder.

"I know. Your mom called here first. I'm so sorry he's gone baby." She said softly as she kissed my head multiple times.

"She said she couldn't afford it. Why didn't she ask me for money? I could've laid triple what his current medical bills are. I would've done anything to keep him here."

"I know you would've, and she knew it too. That why she didn't ask you. He was beyond help baby, and you'd only be spending money to keep him in pain. He's in relief now, you've got to let him go." She tried to explain as her voice broke.

"I'm sorry." I whispered out.

"I know you are baby. It's okay, you're okay." She assured as she kissed my cheek.