Hate That I Love You

23

Damian

"Damian, please take a seat." Dr. Green motioned for me to sit adjacent from the conniving bastard himself. For a therapist, he must be fuckin stupid if he thinks I'm sitting anywhere near this clown.

"No way in hell."

Emilio stands up. "Son, pl-."

"Don't! Don't you fuckin' call me that. I stopped being your son when you made that known all those years ago." I stood my ground and eyed him down. "Why the fuck are you here?" I could've sworn I told his ass to stay far away from me.

"I called him, Damian."

"For what?!"

"Son, this is the only way to heal from your past. You two have much to talk about. This needs to happen."

"I got nothing to say."

"You do, Damian." Emilio puts his two cents into the mix.

"Chi cazzo te l'ha chiesto?!" (Who the fuck asked you?!)

"Now, Damian. Please. We've been through a lot these past couple of months together and you've been doing such an amazing job, son. At this moment, I need you to breathe, think first, and then respond. We won't be able to get anywhere if you react so quickly. You need answers and Emilio is here to give them to you. For starters, I just need for you to sit down." I took Dr. Green's words into consideration and began to cooperate, but I pulled another chair up instead. That way I'm sitting front and center of Emilio's view.

I have my guard up and my eyes open as I paid attention to his every move. His body language lets me know that he's more open about this than I am yet he's nervous. He's sitting upright while anxiously rubbing his palms up and down his lap. While I on the other hand, have my arms folded, leaning slightly back in my seat. I won't let him throw me off this time. I remember a beautiful soul reminding me that not every reaction requires an action. Props to my queen for that.

"Thank you, Damian. Would you like to start first?"

I cut right to the chase. "You've got a lot of balls showing your face in my presence again. How could you claim to be a father yet abandoned me. How could you just leave me like that? I was only a kid."

Emilio takes a deep breath from his weak ass lungs. "I was wrong for what I did to you. All of it. The beatings, the punishments, abandoning you.... Damian, I wasn't in the right headspace back then."

"So you thought it was okay to take it out on me?"

"No and I know it doesn't excuse me for my actions. I'm here to make things right between us. I miss my son."

I chuckled, unamused. "You don't have a son, you dickless prick. Only a deranged daughter."

"Damian." My therapist gestured for me to calm down, so I did just that.

"I had nothing to do with what Milani did. Neither did Fernando. My intentions were to be a part of your life again and rekindle our relationship. I thought maybe by sending your uncle to look after you while you were in prison was the start."

"You thought that was gonna change anything? Sai cosa mi ha fatto fare tuo fratello mentre ero lì dentro?" (Do you know what your brother had me do while I was there?)

"I'm aware. I don't know why he would allow you to do any of those things. Te lo prometto, non è quello che volevo. I didn't want that life for you, Damian." (I promise you, that's not what I wanted)

"You didn't want that life for me? Motherfucker, you're the start of it all! You conflicted nothing, but fear and pain on my life. What the fuck did you think was gonna happen?! You abandoned me when I needed you. I remember how you were before the drugs, before the alcohol and you flipped on the only person that ever had the upmost respect for you. And for what? A piece of pussy that the Devil himself is having his way with?"