Plastic Taste (GxG) (complete)

Chapter Four - Exs and Os

                               - May's Pov -

Why do doctors always have to have a superiority complex huh? Like what makes you so much better than everyone else? So what if you can "save lives", I'm sure I could do that...

Okay maybe not, I hate blood.

But still, it's so annoying. Yesterday was a hard day for me, between this case I'm working on at work, and then coming home to Dr. asshat. Although I must admit, when I walked in and smelt her food, my mood was instantly lifted. And don't get me started on how it tasted-

Just trust me when I say it was amazing.

That is until she wouldn't let me clean. I mean fuck, I was trying to be a nice house mate and she wouldn't even let me do that. Bloody control freak if you ask me. And that was just the first night out of a whole year. Maybe this whole thing wasn't such a good idea...

My attention shifts from the table side view next to me, to my father as he walks towards my table.

"Good morning Sweetheart." He says as he takes the seat across from me.

"Good morning Dad." I swear every time I see him this rage in me gets harder and harder to control.

The waitress comes over to take our order, I just get a smoothie while he orders eggs and toast with coffee. "So, what do I owe this little breakfast to?" He ask as the waitress walks away.

I sit forward resting my elbows on the table in front of me. "I have something I want to ask of you, and please keep an open mind."

He crosses his arms waiting for me to finish.

"As you know I have six months until my "possible" heart surgery, and the odds aren't 100%. I don't want to live what could be my last year doing what I've always done."

"So what do you want?" He ask.

"I want freedom. But you and I both know that's not going to happen, so instead I am proposing a compromise. Dr. Grey has agreed to be my care taker for the foreseeable future, which means no more nurses and bodyguards or random check ups."

He turns his head to the window for a second with a deep sigh. "Okay, I'll let this happen on one condition."

"And that is?" I ask.

"Talk to your fiancé."

How did I know he was going to bring up Christian?

"My fiancé?!?!" My voice raises just a little bit showing how offended I am at his request.

"We aren't together anymore, you fucking know that."

"Language." He corrects.

Is that the only thing he heard from that sentence? Maybe if I start cursing more then he'll finally listen to me.

I lean back in my seat trying to calm myself down. "Look I know you guys went through a rough patch, but surely you can talk things through? I really liked him for you."

My father doesn't know the real reason Christian and I broke up two years ago. He thinks it's because of something trivial like a disagreement. When in reality it's because I'm gay. I haven't come out to my father yet, and I probably never will. My brother James came out when I was in middle school and my father completely disowned him.

As much as I hate my father, I still don't think I'm ready for him to be out of my life yet. He use to not be this way. When I was younger, when my mother was still alive. But her death changed him for the worst, and every since he's treated me like a fragile child.