Baby blue short stories

his mother's son 2

PoV Stanford
It hurt. Seeing this boy, who looked so much like his mother and acted so much like her.

He barely knew her, how could they be so alike?

My boy was now 12 years old. His hair had gotten really long. Almost as long as hers.

He was tall for his age, like I had been. I loved brushing his hair. It reminded me of my precious wife.

I sar in my study, alone, with a whiskey in hand. I had had to many already. I wouldn't remember this night tomorrow.

Suddenly I stood up. I needed to see her.

PoV Will
I was still awake, reading a book. I shouldn't be, it was past midnight.

Suddenly my door opened. I put my book down. Caught. My dad didn't really walk straight when he came into the room. He sat down next to me with a small smile. He put a hand on my head and stroked it.

Dad smelled like alcohol. What an awful smell.

"Daddy?", I asked, but he didn't seem to hear me.

Then he said something that confused me even more: "Wilhelmine? You're so pretty?"

Wilhelmine? Mom?

"Daddy, what are you-", I started. Suddenly he kissed my lips.

My. LIPS! Ew!

He tasted like alcohol. Suddenly he was on top of me, touching me. I tried to push him off; he chuckled at that.

"Be good for me.", he said. I whimpered, as he took my pj off, then his pants.

What was going on?!

I hated everything about this, I didn't want to be good for him!

But I was. I stayed silent and gave up fighting.

Eventually he slept in, holding me very close.

This wasn't right. I untangled  myself and stood up. I went to the bathroom, crying, and washed myself.

Then I went to the library to sleep there.

Dad and I avoided each other for a whole week. 

Then I was called into his study. Uncle Fiddleford was there too. I sat down in one of the huge chairs.

"William. You're father called me, because of the night he was drunk. We feel like you should talk about it.", said Fidds.

"Why? Am I in trouble?", I asked.

"Goodness, no!", Fiddleford chuckled.

"William, I do not remember any of that night, but I do remember the position I woke up in. What did I do?", asked me father. I shifted nervously.

"You...you called me by moms name. Then you kissed me. Like, on my lips. And then...you touched me. I was so scared! I asked you to stop, but you asked me to be good for...for you...so I tried to be good, but it hurt so badly! Please don't be mad at me!", in the end I was sobbing.

Dad looked really really tense. We looked at Fiddleford. He nodded, then said: "thank you, William. We appreciate your honesty. You're not in trouble.", Fiddleford assured me.

"Don't tell anyone else about this. Noone. Ever.", Dad suddenly stated.

"Yes Sir.", I said.

Then I was dismissed. I went to my room and started crying.