Not BulletProof.

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I set the plate full of food down in front of Giovannie. I looked at the clock concerned, Chris should have been home by now.

“Can I eat now daddy?” Gio said pouting.

“Yes son, go ahead, it seems your father is going to be a little late.” I said sitting down and began eating with Gio.

After an hour passed, “Time for bed, Gio.”

“Aww, can I stay up, please?” Gio whined.

“No, Gio, go to bed,” I snapped.

Gio instantly looked sad and I felt bad.

“Sorry, Giovannie, I'm concerned about your father. Please get ready for bed.”

Gio hugged me quickly showing that he forgave me and headed into his room. I stared out of the kitchen window lost in the turmoil thoughts about Chris.

Is he cheating on me, did he get held up in the office, did something happen to him? Thoughts filled my brain making me worry even more.

“Daddy, I'm ready!” Gio called out snapping me out of my thoughts.

I walked into his room and saw him snuggled in the covers looking upset.

“Hunny whats wrong?” I asked.

“I feel weird like something bad is going to happen,” he said softly.

“Oh hunny, if something bad does happen I'll be here to take care of you... always. I promise,” I said tenderly but seriously.

“Okay daddy,” he said and I bent down and kissed his forehead.

After turning off the light I walked into the living room reaching for the phone to call Chris, but the phone ranged before I touched it.

I grabbed it and pressed 'talk' and said, “Hello?”

“Is this Aiden Kale?” An unfamiliar voice.

“Yes, this is me.”

“My name is Nurse Rebecca Jones, is the name Chris Kale mean anything to you?”

“Yes, he is my husband,” I said worried.

“I'm sorry to tell you this, but your husband is in critical condition and is in ICU.”

“What do you mean, how?” I said trying to choke back tears.

“he was involved in a head on head collision.”

“Oh God!” I cried out. “I'm on my way.”

I hung up without any response from the nurse and walked toward the door taking a jacket with me and left the apartment. I went next to and banged on the door and several moments later a elderly lady, Rose answered the door.

“What's wrong dear?” She asked concerned.

“Chris is at the hospital, I need you to watch Giovannie for me. He is asleep at the moment, but he does get up in the middle of the night,” I choked out.

“Of course dear,” she said walking out of her apartment with a shawl.

“Thank you, the door is unlocked, if make it back by morning, please take him to school.”

“Alright dear, hurry to him, go.” she urged and I left quickly.

I started my car and sped into the street causing several cars to squeal to a stop and furiously honking behind me.

It took several minutes to get to the hospital with how fast I was driving. I squealed into the parking lot and ran into the hospital to the ICU floor.

I ran to the front desk, “Where is Chris Kale?!” I said to the nurse.

“Are you a relative of his?” she asked boredly.

“He is my husband!” I snapped impatient.

She humphed and clacked on her computer. God give me strength not to smack this woman.

“Room 212,” she said.

I ran to the direction to the room without saying thank you, I grew closer to the room sense of dread filled me. I was afraid to see what was beyond that door. I exhaled and opened the door and gasp and tears burst in my eyes. Chris bandaged head to toe, he was on the life support, his eyes closed and his face should cuts and scratches. He was oblivious to the world.

“Chris,” I sobbed. I gently grabbed his hand. “Please wake up. I need you, Giovannie need you. Wake up.”

Chris lay there unresponsive. The doctor came in and looked at us.

“He is severly injured, he may not survive,” the doctor whispered.

I let out a strangled sob and collapsed onto my knees.

“Chris, please wake up. I need you, Chris.”

I been that all night long, when 5:30 came around Chris heart flatlined and I saw tears running down his cheek, the doctors tried to revive him and at 5:55 Chris Kale had left this world. I collapsed onto the bed next to him sobbing my eyes out, I could scream and pound his chest but at the end it was all over. I was lost in the dark regions of my mind filled with bitterness and loneliness and despair. I felt something heavy on my neck, I reached for it and felt the necklace with Giovannie's name. Islowly got out of my despair, because Giovannie needed me.

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Two weeks later,

I was still depress, but not to the point where it affects my son's life. I was walking him to the playground. I saw Ms. Smith with another parent talking, I let go of Giovannie so he can play with his friends. Ms. Smith and the parent was approached me.

“I'm sorry to hear about your...husband, such a senseless tragedy,” Ms. Smith said.

I nodded and thanked them and turned to go to my car then I hard Ms. Smith whispered, “Thank goodness, now maybe he grow some sense and get a female for a mother role for Giovannie. I snapped and I spun around and approached her menancingly.

“I have had enough of your snide little comment you bitch. I suggest you keep your trampy mouth shut or I am gonna shut it for ya.” I snapped in her face.

Her eyes harden, “Its impossible for two gay guys to raise a child, he needs a strong mother ad father role models. You and your husband will never be good enough for Giovannie, I hope Chris' death will make you see that!”

I growled and punched her in the face and she went down like a sack of potatoes. All the kids cheeried and jumped up and down. I turned to the parent that Ms. Smith was talking to. She rasied her hands in surrendering method.

“GIOVANNIE, LETS GO!” I shoutedc across the playground. I turned to the parent, “Tell the bitch that Giovannie is no longer coming and we are moving. Have a good day.” I stalked to the car with Giovannie coming after me.