Knight in Sneakers

Chapter 28 'I'm sorry.'

Entry 18

25th September, 2016.
Sunday
1:35 p.m

Aaron Demarcus Cortez

I came back home for lunch after playing football with my boys. I showered and sat down with the rest of my brothers and my mom. I was about to take a bite of my delicious looking Sunday roast meal, when my father entered the room looking like I stole all his money from his bank,

You might as well have done that, Aaron.

"I need to talk to you." He didn't have to call my name out loud to let everyone know he was talking to me. I was the only one who usually pissed him off. I ignored him and continued to take my awaited bite.

"Aaron." I let out a sigh as I dramatically dropped my untouched spoon back to my plate.

"Whatever it is can wait."

"Living room. Now."

"Oo. Aron's in shit." I heard Dakota whispering to Sam and Dean, who in return giggled delightfully with him. I pushed him off his chair while I was on my way out to the living room.

"Mom! You saw tha-"

"Oh, zip it, D." I heard my mom reply with a sigh making Dakota grumble in distaste.

I sat on my favorite white couch in the living room as I stretched my legs onto the table with my hands behind me as my headrest. He looked at me with anger at my disrespectful posture but I didn't really bother, for I was going to ignore whatever he says anyway and just concentrate on the table which was more appealing than whatever words that were going to leave his bake. Leaving aside the newspaper, TV remotes, flower vase and a bottle of water, I found something very peculiar sitting on the table. A small, shiny and gold ring on the table. I frowned in confusion as I picked it up and put in my pocket. Millions of assumptions and possibilities travelled around my head.

How could this be here? Is the same one or an identical one? Is it my mother's?

My father's voice interrupted my trail of thoughts.

"I want to you to stop seeing that girl and get back with Kim." I snorted at his demand. I'm not even least surprised that he knows about it already.

"I'm serious, son." I chuckled to myself, "You know I can ruin her life." He muttered as he sat down on the sofa in front of me. I raised an eyebrow at him slowly.

"You're threatening an innocent's life, you're forcing your son a hand so you can live life royally-"

"All of this is for you-"

"I don't eat bullshit for lunch, dad. Why do this for us when you can't even keep us happy?" My words silenced him and I could see him struggling through his eyes. He was a really confused man. "It's high time you be a dad to Sam and Dean at least. Dakota and I have stopped expecting much. Dakota doesn't even use your surname as his. He uses Demarcus, Granny gave us that." I grumbled as I sat straight. "And it's high fucking time you realise, we don't want money. We want a father."

"Son-"

"Yes, treat me like one, please."

"You don't understand." He let out a tired sigh as he rubbed his face. And then I actually saw my father, who looked like he had aged a lot too soon. Aged so much without even living. "I cannot ruin my relationship with Daniel, no matter what, I need you to do this."

"I can't live a lie, I'm sorry, dad." I replied in disbelief as I heard his words.

Is he seriously asking me to still date Kim? After all I told him?