The New Office

Ten

--Scott--

"Andrew, your friend Dominic is here!" I shouted from the front door. I allowed Dominic and his parents inside, "Hi, I'm Scott." I told his parents.

His mom spoke, "I'm Rose, this is my husband Nick." She said.

"Uh, my husband is upstairs. He's 6 months pregnant right now."

"Oh wow. Congratulations." Nick said.

"Thank you. The gifts go on the table." I said, realizing they held one.

I shut the door as I saw Mitch coming down the stairs slowly, "Scott, where's Andrew?"

"His friends are coming so he's down here now." I followed Mitch into the kitchen, "How're you feeling?" I asked, sitting down.

"Why don't you go ask Andrew how many more of his friends need to get here. I can make some calls if he wants." Mitch said, turning away from me and fixing food.

"Mitch-"

"Now Scott. I warned you an hour ago in that bed to pay attention to Andrew, not me. I don't matter today, okay?"

"Okay."

"Now go ask him." I got off the chair and went into the living room.

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I haven't talked to Mitch the entire party. My sister and mom haven't come yet either, which means I'm having such a great time.

"Dad, come play." Andrew said, standing in front of me pulling on my hands.

"Andy, dad needs to be alone right now."

"But why dad? It's my party, do you hate it? Do you hate me?" He asked, tears falling.

"Andrew, no. I don't hate you. Dad just needs to be alone, okay?" I said, rather too loudly.

Andrew ran away screaming and crying up the stairs, "Scott. What the hell did you do?!" I heard Mitch. He looked so angry.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to be alone." I stood up and walked over to Mitch, he stepped away from me, "Mi-"

"No. Go talk to your son. Now." I sighed and walked upstairs. I felt so bad.

"Andy. Please bud, talk to dad." I heard cries coming from inside his room. I knew I fucked up. I fucked up bad, "Andrew please. Dad is so so sorry. I'm sorry bud. Please talk-" I broke down. I fell to my knees when I realized he wasn't going to open the door, because he didn't want to. He hates me, he thinks I hate him. I hate me.