The Culinary Massacre

denied

Cornelius pov

Jonny informed me that my dad is coming over to bring me some clothes. I protested but I'm currently in jonnys shirt and pants which are way too big so I kind of let it happen.
Jonny is trying to convince me to talk to him. I protest but give in. I may just give him a piece of my mind.
I'm sitting on the couch holding Strog when the doorbell rings. I give Strog to Jonny and head to the door.
I answer it only to see a sad Obama. He brightens when he sees me and goes for a hug but I don't hug back. I take the bag full of clothes.
"I brought you some of those cheese crackers you like." He said. It is so awkward and I just kind of glare at him.
"Are you going to say something?" He asks reluctantly.
"I called you. So many times and you didn't show up. Why?" I asked. I needed him to say it. I needed him to say he didn't show up for me. Didn't show up for his grandchild. Why? Because he was too busy fucking that whore. Husky. Fuck both of them.
"I uh...we...just..um" He struggled with the words. I could feel tears coming down and went to slam the door.
However, he put his hand on the door.
"I really like him, Cornelius. I think I might love him. That is no excuse for what I did to you and I know you need space and I'll give it to you but just know I really like this guy. I'm just sorry I couldn't be there for you. I almost hate myself for it." He says. Quiet tears are falling down his face.
"Sure." I say. It's angry. It's quiet. It's full of sadness. I slam the door. I hear him walk away after a few minutes and then I hear him drive away.
I go back to the couch and take Strog back. Then I break down. Ugly tears and snot are dribbling down my face. I wipe them away and set Strog down as Jonny holds me as I cry.
What the fuck is happening to us?