If You Break My Heart I'll Date Your Father [Hiatus]

chapter 55

Aaron's POV 

Each day I wake up to realize how stupid I've been and even when it goes away I sometimes get up to learn it hurts a little more.

I'm here with Nick, who has been distant minded for a couple of days. Well we all are in some way, my mom hasn't called.

“Is being a grandfather stressing you out?” I asked.

“What? Huh?” He looks at me. 

Then he realized, he then gave out an awkward chuckle. “Haha, no, I actually look forward to it” 

I frown, “Okay what's going on?” 

“Hmm?” 

“You've been absent minded for the past days, what's going on?” I asked sternly.

He looks at me seeing that I was in no joking mood, he sighs as he plays with the coin in his hand. “I don't know… it's just there is something off with Michael.” He said.

I tilt my head. I also wanted to roll my eyes but this isn't about my dislike towards his son, if he is willing to talk I can at least be respectful towards Nick's feelings. I'm done caring about Michael, he showed me who he truly is and where his feelings lie. 

“Off?” 

“Ever since he was 18 Michael never made me forget he didn't have a mother to raise him, sometimes he goes to the extreme of saying I did something or leaving a story out, speculations of being adopted. But recently it's like now that I'm willing to tell him he is avoiding as if frightened by what the truth may be.” He said remorseful.

I am curious though, Michael always made his dislike towards dad clear I never understood it but everyone had their own story who was he to judge.

“Curious, what is the truth?” I asked.

I want to know, I want to know Nick's story. He looks at me a bit heart broken but sighs.

“She did in fact not want him, but there was more to it. I too didn't want him,” he said slowly, “everyday I feel more and more guilty about it, I love Michael but if I should tell him the tru–” 

“Not to cut you off in mid sentence Nick, but it's best to be honest he was 15 once. Even if you thought then it's not how you feel now? Michael is an adult. He should be able to understand the truth now and that you love him regardless of the time you had him.” I said.

I can understand and do feel remorseful, an immature 15 year old.

“But it's way more than Aaron, way more” he clasps his hand as about to pray the rest half his face between close hands. “It's not just that, he was the child of my groomer,”

I was speechless…

Antonio's POV 

I walked in the room to look at him, he was sitting on the bed hiding his face in his lap. 

“Jo, it's time to take your meds.” 

“I want to see my children,” he said, not moving.

“Soon as you take your medicine,” I said sitting on the bed beside him.

“Not until I see my kids, they are worried about me.” He said.

“Johan, you're in another country on vacation to them. They aren't worried they are adults with their own life ahead of them. They are busy,”

“No, they are! Please I won't run. Just let me see them.” 

“Jo, if you don't take your meds you know what will happen.” I said with a sigh, he will start acting crazy again.

I worry so much about him, but don't understand that I care about him. I just worry so much sometimes that I can't leave him alone. I slowly moved in closer to hug him, when in a split second I saw a swift movement but I grabbed it before it could hit me when something impacted me on the other side of my temple.

I groaned as I stumbled while he sprinted off the bed to run for the door but I quickly got up, as I tried to regain my senses as I felt a bit dizzy. The hit was hard but not hard enough to knock me unconscious. I quickly ran towards the door where I saw him about to pull the door. I didn't think I only stretched my hand out, slamming his head across the door slamming the door shut.

“AHHHHHHHHHHH!!”

I hear him scream as he drops to the floor showing his bloody lips and nose, he is holding his wrist showing his red fingers. 

“WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!” I screamed at him.

He was crying on the floor, he made me do it. He always does! 

“It hurts, it hurts,” he cries repeatedly. 

I was about to pick him up when he hit my hand away. I looked at him and the same deranged look in his eyes, I grabbed his chin. “You were taking your pills, what did you do?!” 

He soon spits blood and saliva in my face, I wipe it off. “You need to take your pills”.

“Let me go! Let me go!” He soon begins to shuffle and fight, he scratches me a bit.

I throw him on the bed as he tries to get back up. I push him down trying to pin him down to relax. 

“Calm down, calm down!” 

He kept on shoving and trying to kick, I felt this anger growing. Why is he doing this? I'm trying to help him?!.

“Johan! Johan.” 

“GET AWAY FROM ME YOU RAPIST ABUSE—”

!!!POOOWWW!!!

I huffed, holding the lower part of my mouth I sighed. He made me do it again. I look at his unconscious body, it seems I'm gonna have to inject him this time.

“Why won't you let me help you? You're sick for Christ sake”.