Chapter Eleven

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****Nathan's POV

"Dad! Stop drinking please! Why don't we look for mom?"
"You can look for her if you want to see her."
"Dad, please!" My phone suddenly rang.... "I'll answer this call."

Me : Hey Aunt Libbie.
Libbie : Nathan, where is Nate? You two have no mercy for your brother here at the hospital.
Me : Wait, what? Hospital? What's wrong with Jude?
Libbie : Just to say that he is dying right now and none of you didn't visit him, eve Jack didn't come over. You and Nate are so dead. Where's he?
Me : He's just here.

"Dad. Aunt Libbie called. She wants to talk to you."

Dad : What now?
Libbie: What now are you talking about Nate? Can't you see that your son is at the hospital, dying. Happy now Nate? Your gay son will die soon and I will never be happy for that. I don't know with you.
Dad : Wait a sec. What's wrong with Jude?
Libbie : He was rushed last night by Andrew's lesbian.
Dad : I will go there.

"Fuck! This is all my fault! Sharon left me, Jude was dying right now."
"Don't say that dad. We should go now to the hospital."

Let us see when your sons will reach the funeral.

****Andrew's POV

"What are you doing here Dost?"
"Lance was rushed last night to the hospital with Jude."
"What?"
"Jack... That boy needed your help so you better get your ass there right now."

Jack hurried down at the shower and changed his clothes before grabbing his phone and headed to the car.

"Does Lena know about this Dost?"
"Yeah. She's at the hospital right now and she was looking for you. Geez Jack, that's what I've told to you and to Nate."
"I know Andrew and it was all my fault. Fuck this life!"

We arrived at the hospital and saw Lance by a room while Jude was on the other room...

****Jack's POV

"Oh my goodness! You arrived Jack! Lance was looking for you. I'll leave you for a while." She left the room.

"Hi dad. What are you doing here? I thought you hated me and other gay people out there." Tears were streaming down to my cheeks and I just held Lance's hand tightly. My son is sufferring and it was all our fault...with Nate.
"Don't die Lance. I still need you. Fight."
"Even do I will live, I am still gay and you will hate me."
"I am sorry Lance! I apologize for all I did wrong to you. I just can't accept you at first... But, I am still here for you Lance. You will take over my steps."
"I... Love... You... Daddy." He cried holding my hand too tight. I started to cry too, my son lived for me. Lena walked in and hugged the two of us.

Lance was now asleep and Lena and I sat on the couch.

"Jack. I'm sorry. Can you still forgive me?"
"Of course Lena. You know I still love you. I will never leave you behind. When Lance will be out of here, we will start again."
"Especially that Lance will have a sister."
"What? I'm going to be a daddy again. That's great Lena."

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