Love Lost

Chapter 2

My father showed me to the table were we would be sitting, I wasn't overdressed or under-dressed I was in a nice black Anthony Solid Suit by Ralph Lauren so I was dressed for the part. The waiter came over to our table and asked if we would like anything to drink my father ordered a Long Island iced tea, and as for myself for a lemonade with a shot of lime. The waiter nodded and left with our request. We waited and waited for what seemed like a life time. My father tapped his fingers on the table, this was weird because he only did that when it was really important. I didn't dare ask what was the problem, and just then when our drinks arrived, so did our guest. A woman with dark red hair and a matte black dress, came over to sit with us and she removed her shawl and looked at my father who cleared his throat and stood to be a gentleman.

" Michael, this is Madame Celine Chantae." My father looked at me and I at the woman and smiled and stood and extended my hand.

"Good evening Madame, I am Michael Wilters. It's  a pleasure to meet you." She took her seat and we followed suit and she began to speak. Her voice was smooth, and elegant.

"Mathew, I did some looking into your sons information that you sent me." My dad looked at me and I think for once in my life I saw him smirk a little bit... just a bit. "Michael, what are your plans in college?" I looked at her and then at my father who was staring me down as if he was trying to burn a hole in my brain, so I cleared my throat.

"  I plan to become a music teacher." My dad let out a slight groan and began to speak."

" You know kids these days, he'll probably change his mind. He doesn't really know what he wants to do. I keep telling him to go into business and accounting." Madame Celine  pulled out a folder and began to look through the papers.

" Michael, it shows here that you received a 35 on your ACT, and your  grades show that you passed with nothing less than honors, all Advanced Placement classes since your Sophomore year in high school.  What could have compelled you to become a music teacher? Do you want to struggle for the rest of your life, living pay check to check?"  She was nothing like what I thought she was,  I expected this lady to be well mannered and classy, but she was just like my father and female version of him. Criticizing my  every move, words began to flow from my mouth before I could even catch them.

"Listen here, I want to be a music teacher because it's a passion. I don't want a career that pays well but it feels like hell every damn time I wake up.  I can give two shits about living  pay check to pay check.  Music forces you to think, it causes you to pay better attention, music engages your left and right brain. " I stood up from the table, and she looked at me.

" Mathew has he lost his mind? Or is he stupid?" She insulted me and at that moment what would happen next was not able to be taken back.

" Alright you dumb Bitch, I've had it with you. You know, you're living proof that shit can grow legs and walk around. You're nothing more than a fille de joie" I walked away and when  I got out side I stood there and not a moment later my father walked out landed a right hook in my jaw.

"What the hell is your problem? You ungrateful piece of shit, I told your mother she should've aborted you when she found out she was pregnant. But she died giving birth to a sorry sack of shit like you. You're not worth the breath of life she gave pushing your inconsiderate ass out"  I pushed him away and punched him the stomach and at that moment Joffrey pulled the car around and opened my door.

" I sometimes wish mom was alive and  I was the one that died,  I always knew that you blamed me for her death, but what the fuck did  I do to deserve this shit from you. I didn't ask to be born."

I entered the car and Joffrey closed the  door and got  in and drove away. I was just happy to be away from that bastard of a man.  Joffrey looked at me and asked where I wanted to go, I simply looked in his eyes and he knew that  I wanted to go back to the school. After hours spent in the car we arrived at my school dorm and I couldn't be more excited to be away from everyone and anyone connected to my father. I entered my dorm room and my roommate had made himself at home and it wasn't a clean home, he had scattered his things all over the floor. I let out a sigh and shuffled through the sea of filth that this person made and when I sat down he walked in.

"Hello, my name is Derek Adam Chantae." Jesus fucking Christ I'm not gay but this man is perfect.