Seemingly back from the dead, Micah is set with a new strand of challenges. Only this one could hurt the people he cares the most about should he make a mistake.
Join Micah as he try's to go back to his ordinary life while trying to stay hidden fro...
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Charlie Swan was lounged across his sofa, a bottle of Bourbon held tightly in his grasp. His arm was limp and the bottle half empty, but his grip remained iron like. His eyes where red rimed after another day of crying.
The man ran his fingers over his overgrown beard, ignoring how it pricked at his fingers. Sniffing loudly, he brought the bottle back up to his lips and took another large gulp. His eyes where glued to the tv, which was repeatedly playing all the videos he had of his son.
Charlie knew he was torturing himself by watching them, but he couldn't help it. It was the only way he could see his son smiling again, laughing and full of life. Something he no longer was.
The man blamed himself for his son's death. He blamed himself because he didn't keep a closer eye on his daughter, and because of that, she killed his only son. Charlie would never forgive himself for that.
"Dad!" A young Micah yelled over the tv. Charlie chuckled sadly, a new set of tear spring to his eyes as he watched his younger self splatter Micah with purple paint. "Dad, look! I'm Barney the Dinosaur! Rawww!"
Young Micah poured green paint over his chest after smearing his arms with the purple paint. Using his fingers as fangs, he chased his dad around the room while Billy laughed from behind the camera.
Charlie jumped, wiping under his eyes as his house phone began to ring. Just as he always had, Charlie ignored the phone. After a few moments, there was a soft beep before the message started to play.
'Chief Swan, this is Doctor Robins, if you could please come to the hospital as soon as you get this, it's an emergency. It's about your son.'
There was a long belt of silence as Charlie stared blankly at the wall. My son?, he thought, My son is dead. Shaking his head, the man reached over and picked up the phone.
He stared at it in contemplation, his hands shaking. Clearing his throat, the man redialled the number and brought the phone up to his ear. "Hello?" He called out in a very gruff voice.
"Chief Swan?" Called Doctor Robins, "Mr Swan, I think you should really come down to the hospital,"
Charlie grunted over the phone, "Why, my son is dead because you failed to save him." Charlie covered his eyes with his hand as more tears tricked down his face, "Why are you calling me? If this is about claiming his body, I told you. It's not happening until his mother gets here, she wants to say goodbye properly, not just to a tomb stone."
"It's not about that, Mr Swan." Doctor Robins said in a scratchy voice. It was clear to the chief that the Doctor had a lump in his throat, probably from behind reminded of that day, "But it is about your son. Please Chief, come to the hospital."
Charlie shook his head, "My son is dead!" He yelled, "D.E.A.D! What more could h-happen to him?" He cut himself off by swallowing the sob that wanted to escape.
"I can't say over the phone, it really is best that you come in. But I can tell you a mistake was made and I am so terribly sorry that I can not even express it into words."
Charlie jumped up from his seat filled with anger, "What have you done to my son!" He yelled down the phone, which he had gripped so tightly it began to crack.
Charlie didn't wait for an answer, to filled with rage at the possibility of something worse happening to his boy. Switching off the tv, Charlie grabbed his keys and stormed out of the house. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, making him incredibly sober and angry.
Charlie put his foot down, driving well over the speed limit as he made his way to the hospital. The one place he promised to never step foot in again.
Swerving in and out of cars, Charlie parked hazardously before jumped out. Marching into the hospital, His eyes instantly locked onto the Doctor.
Storming over, he grabbed the man by the throat and slammed his against the wall. He ignored all the screams coming from the nurses, instead he focused on choking the life out of the man in front of him.
"What did you do to my boy?" He growled, his grip tightening with every word, "What mistake did you make!"
"You have to understand," Doctor Robins choked, "This is sensitive information, I couldn't tell you over the phone."
"What did you do!"
"J-Just go in there," he croaked, looking at the door just at the end of the hall, "I'm so sorry for what I've put you through. But please, all will be explained if you go through that door."
Charlie glared before slamming the man once more onto the wall. Letting go, he stomped off down the hall until he reached the door. His hand gripped the handle and with two quick moments, he twisted and pulled.
A loud gasp slipped from his chapped lips, his head shaking in denial. "Hi, Dad," a soft voice whispered.
Charlie shook his head, tears streaming down his face as he looked at his Son. Alive, breathing and attached to an all manner of machines. "My, Boy!" He yelled before rushing forward and wrapping his arms around the teen. Something he never thought he would ever be able to do again.
