You're HIV Positive

Three Words

"You're HIV posotive."

I kept hearing those words in my head. Funny how three words can change your life completely. What if the girls I fucked caught it to? How am I going to tell them that if I don't even know their names? I'm HIV posotive and my fucking life is over.

"Hey dad" I said as he sat oppisote of me in one of the restaurants he of course owns.

" you okey son" he asked looking at the menu.

" I need to tell you something dad" how am I going to tell him that I've got HIV. Like seriously this isn't going to be easy.

" Look Eric if you going to ask for money then the answers no. If you want to I can help you starting your career but I ain't giving u none"

" this is not what I came to talk about to you dad." I said a bit annoyed. " few months ago I found out I'm ill."

His face dropped "what do you mean you're ill? And how long have you been ill for? What the fuck?" He looked annoyed and worried at the same time.

"How bad is it? When will you get better?"

" it's not something that can be cured"

He carried on looking at me" dad I'm HIV Positive"

He didn't say anything, he was just really quiet. He looked... I don't know. I can't tell what he feels.

"Do you know who from?"

"Why does it matter dad?"

"It doesn't" he said.

He left some money on the table and he stood up. He walked really fast all the way outside. When I got to him he was on his phone.

"Yeah... I want someone who really knows what he's doing... don't give me that bullshit... look you have a week to find someone worth my time its my son's life we are talking about... you have a week or else you're fired!" He cut the phone. I didn't say anything. I didn't see a point he was far to angry.

"Do you need a lift?" He asked still angry.

"No dad its alright"

"Sort your self out. I understand your ill but there's no time to waste I get that you're depressed but being miserable won't help you."

I nodded at him and carried on walking as he go in his Mercedes.