Bunny - Kenjorine - Transition

Chapter 57

I clench my jaw, "Kenny, is my dad..."

He shakes his head. "He is alive. We confirmed it when you were in the hospital. Your mom was there and told us that he was unconscious. He lost his sight. Like you did. But he didn't get it back. I blinded the poor bastard. I took a man's eyes. I ripped his life apart over an angry fit."

He looks down at his hands, they are shaking.

"I feel scared. I feel like if I get close to anyone again I might hurt them. I reacted violently, so nothing is stopping me from reacting like that again. All of this was my fault. You and your dad got hurt because I was there. If I wasn't there you would both be fine right now."

"But would we be happy?"

He looks at me, confused.

"What do you mean?"

"If you weren't there... We would both be physically fine. But I know I wouldn't be okay mentally. If I had to stay in that house, I would've never known the happiness you bring me, Kenny. I'm not mad at you. Forgive me for saying this but I find it ironic that he lost his sight and I didn't."

"But... He's your dad, and I-"

"He isn't worthy of being called my dad. He never did anything to deserve that title."

"Okay... But I'm still a danger. I could lose it at any moment and hurt you. It's not safe with me."

"Nope."

"What?"

"Nope. I'll have you know that the one place in this world that I feel the safest is with you."

"But I almost killed someone!"

His eyes are leaking tears, I've never seen someone like this. I can tell he regrets it, and I can tell he is scared.

"I would've done the same thing. Think about it. Anyone would want to get revenge if they thought their love had been killed."

"..." He is biting his lip hard to hold back the tears.

"Stop biting your lip. If you bite any harder it'll burst. Just let it out. I'm here for you. Cry, Kenny."

He slams his face into my shoulder and begins to sob. A loud, hard, slobbery sob. The kind of cry you only get when your heart has been squeezed apart. I've never seen him let out his emotions like this. He is a masculine guy, I didn't think he ever cried.

"I'm sorry!"

"I know, Kenny. I forgive you."

He continues to apologize over and over. He grips my shirt and keeps his head down.

I pat his back. I hold him the same way he held me all those times. He has been there for me every time I needed to cry like this. I'm glad I could be here for him.