Music in My Hart: Huskerdust Children FanFic

Chapter 39: The Unmistakable Relief

         TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains depictions of violence/abuse, drug abuse, and implications of self-harming behaviors.

I briefly thought about going to Jessie's room but I didn't want her to see me suffering more than she already had. At the same time, I have felt myself pretty much pulling away from everyone ever since my dad died and his body disintegrated in my arms. Usually when I felt shitty like this, I'd text my Dad and he'd meet me at the bar and ask me to walk with him. But now that he was gone, I felt like I was left to stew in this pain all alone. I pull open my nightstand and grab an old shoe box and my whiskey and slowly and sluggishly walk to the corner of my room and clumsily collapse to my knees.

         I open the shoe box and dump the entire contents of old photographs out onto the floor and had them scattered all around the floor around me. I popped the cork off of my whiskey bottle with my teeth and put the bottle up to my lips and intended on drowning myself in it. Midway through the bottle I hear a knock on my door. "Fuck off!" I yell before resuming my self destructive behavior.

         "It's Gracie, I was wondering if maybe I could come in?" "My answer remains the same." She lets out a sigh, "I'm really worried about you, Demetrius. It's not healthy to lock yourself away like this after suffering such a terrible loss." Becoming the drunken asshole I was when I first came to this hotel, I growl and grab one of my empty glass bottles and threw it at the door.

        "What part of, 'fuck off' don't you fucking understand, lady?" I grab more empty bottles and continue throwing them at the door, "My Dad. is fucking. dead. and you all just.

         Fucking stood around. like a bunch of fucking morons. with your heads in your asses! Not one of you fucking. called the ambulance and now... HE'S FUCKING GONE!!!!!"

          I screamed out at the top of my lungs with my voice breaking into sobs on the last word I screamed out. I assume she left when she kept hearing bottles smashing into the door. After sobbing on the floor for a couple of hours I finally pull myself off the floor and grab a broom and dustpan from my closet and proceed to sweep up all of the glass shards scattered across the floor. I sniffle as I continue cleaning up the mess. I dump everything into the trash with the exception of one sharp shard which I place on top of my dresser.

           After putting away the broom and dustpan, I pull out my vacuum cleaner and proceed vacuuming the floor to remove any additional shards that I may have missed. Then I roll the vacuum away and walk back over to my  nightstand and pull out a pack of cigarettes and a bag of marijuana and light up the cigarette first while pulling out my ash tray. I then walk back over to my corner of the room where all of my pictures are and pick up the glass shard I had out on my dresser. I slide down the wall and sit on the floor and take a large puff of my cigarette and breathe out the smoke while flicking the excess ash in my ashtray. Halfway through my cigarette I hear a knock on the door, "get the fuck away from me!"

           "It's me, Junior." My ears flattened and my eyes grew wide with shock. I knew that voice but I couldn't believe that it was real. 'My Dad died. His body turned into sand in my arms.'

          I quickly put out my cigarette in my ashtray and coughed a little bit from getting the last puff of tobacco stuck in my throat. I scramble to my feet and run over to the door and open it. Sure enough, standing before me was Angel and Husk holding hands. I backed up a few feet instinctively not believing what I'm seeing. He slowly inches towards me and places one hand on my shoulder and the other one on my cheek. I gasp and instantly begin to tremble uncontrollably.

"It's okay, son. It's just me. I'm here." I slowly reach out and place a hand up to his face to make sure it's really and that he's truly there still not fully believing it all. I start to feel the tears pouring out of me as my voice trembles, "D—D—Daddy?

Is it really you?" "Yes baby boy, it's truly him." Angel says to me softly. All of a sudden I feel myself break down completely and wrap my arms around him tightly and sob uncontrollably into his shoulder. He shushes me and gently guides me over to my bed and held me in his arms and rocked me back and forth and patted me on the upper part of my back as though I were a baby or a small child again.

      I didn't even argue against it because I was just so happy to see him again and was so relieved that he was alive and able to hold me like this. Overcome by my emotions, I'm completely sobbing at this point. He pulls my head close to his chest and continues rocking me like a baby. "Shhh, shhh. It's okay.

       I'm here. I'm home now." I continue crying into his chest struggling to process everything. Hearing all the commotion Jessie ran into the room to check on me. As soon as she saw my Dad she screamed and dropped her phone on the ground.

       Her lips quiver, "papa Husk?" He smiles at her warmly, "yeah, it's me kid."Tears form in her eyes and she runs up to us and throws her arms around his neck before sitting on the bed next to him. "We missed you so, so much, papa!" He chuckles warmly and kisses her on the forehead, "I missed all of you too."

        He pulls her into one of his arms holding Jessie with one arm and holding me with the other and was cradling the both of us in his arms.
It was only a matter of time that everyone else in the hotel had also piled up into my room each person was crying and coming up to give him a hug. It was only in this moment that I realized that everyone loved my Dad and how much of an impact he had on so many people. A few minutes later, everyone else leaves and after a few minutes I fell asleep with my face buried into his chest fluff and my claws clinging to his shoulders.