Like Father Like Son (Sequel to The Doctor)

Chapter 4: Help

Chapter 4

When I returned the next day I got the message and rushed home. Somehow I had a feeling this would happen, I'd promise her to stay by my phone then the second I leave it something happened.

"Is Hayden okay!?" I rushed out as I ran through the door. Lacey jumped in surprise and looked up at me with red and puffy eyes from the couch.

"I don't know." She said horsely. "This is the first time I've left him alone since I found him trying to do it." I looked around and saw him no where to be found. I came forward and sat next to her, enveloping her into a big hug but she was stiff and didn't return my affection.

"I'm sorry. I ended up going on a mission and I couldn't take my phone." I explained

"Yeah well, while you were out on your mission your son was trying to cut his wings off." I froze and stared at her in shock.

"N-no, no, no, he can't do that." I said jumping to my feet and running back to his room. I banged on the door and he eventually opened it but as soon as he saw me tried to slam the door on my face. I shot my foot out between the door jam and the door and threw my weight against it, forcing it open and sending him tumbling backwards. "What is this about you trying to cut off your wings!?" I shouted. He sat on the ground glaring up at me, his wings still unfurled behind him.

"I don't want them." He said defiantly. "I want to be normal and you and your freaky angel genes aren't helping." He said angrily then pulled his knees up to his chest and put his head on them. I felt a twinge of sadness for him.

"I get that, I do, really but life is about dealing with the cards you've been given and cutting your wings off isn't a solution, it will just cause you more problems." I said, sitting down and putting a comforting arm around him but he pulled away.

"The way I look at it it's a one stop solution." He mumbled.

"When an angel looses their wings they change. Yes, they become human but a dark and evil one and everyone can feel it. Even if you try to live it down and don't act on your impulses you're still followed by a cloud of shame, even humans can sense something is wrong with you and then they'll stay away from you, you'll be completely alone." He listened quietly to what I was saying but didn't seem to respond much to it. "It drives you crazy, I'm a doctor I've seen it happen and it could cause you to hurt even the ones you love most... Like your mom." My words finally began to sink in but they made him angry and he exploded again, jumping to his feet.

"I would never hurt her! How dare you ever consider that a possibility!" I stared up at him sadly for a moment before joining him on my feet.

"It may seem like something you would never do now but you have no idea how losing your wings will affect you." I warned "and you only get one pair, why ruin you life now? Just let me help you." I pleaded but he just glared at me. "I can teach you to hide them you'll never know they're there, it'll be like you never had them."

"Fine.." He muttered bitterly. It was a rude and an ungrateful gesture but in my mind it was like a small victory. His wings twitched nervously behind his back and were pulled as far in as they could go so they went unnoticed. It made me sad that he was so uncomfortable in his own skin. From past experiences I've learned the best way to teach someone something is to show them so I let out my wings. On instinct Hayden jumped back in defense but then stared up at me almost mesmerized. Unlike him, when I showed my wings I was proud and confident of them so they were full and bright and stretched across the small room. Seeing mine so full and brilliant gave him some confidence and his were coaxed out of hiding a little. That's when I began to see just how different we were. His wings showed obvious signs of blood line corruption. His mother's human blood was displayed in bold, black spots all throughout the what should be pure white of his wings. While others of lesser blood lines are know to have darker wings and they were just considered normal, he really wasn't. Once again I felt bad for him because he didn't fit in anywhere. Here in the human world he would be considered a non-human freak for having wings while in my world he would be considered a disgrace to all of angel kind. Wether he had wings or cut them off wouldn't matter he would always carry a cloud of shame for his genetics.