Richard wanted to run.
He just wanted to jump out of his hospital bed and escape the two very angry looking people he couldn't remember. Although the one that claimed to be his husband he actually liked. The boy ...... The boy gave him a bad feeling. He seemed to have an eerie coldness wrapped around him like a warm winter coat. He didn't know what to believe but instinctively he was leaning more towards the one who called himself Nigel.
His husband? He was an older man. He saw his face in the mirror. The lines. The grey. How had he ever landed him ? Even with the missing eye and the scars he was still very good looking. And young. He couldn't imagine himself with a younger man.
Nigel came over to his other side and put the container down on his wheeled tray. He pointed a finger at the teenager. " Do not believe a word he says, Richard. I know the doctor says we can't overwhelm you with information but you have to realize you can't trust this boy. He's..... he's evil. He tried to kill you in England when he was at boarding school. Ask your father. Andrew saved you. Last year you were shot before. In your leg. They never found the shooter but we both think it was him. And I can't remember but I believe he broke in our house and beat me while I was alone with Tanisha. You can not trust him. "
Niles stood up and snarled," He's lying. Dad , I told you. He's a grifter. You can't trust him. Look at him. He's not like us. Let me kick him out of here."
Nigel said sharply," I'd like to see you try , little boy. "
Richard sucked in a breath and grabbed hold of his bed rail tightly. He looked at the boy who said he was his son and suddenly had a flash of the teen hitting him with a closed fist.
He closed his eyes and moaned. His head was starting to hurt. He squeezed the rail harder.
Nigel glanced at Richard in concern. " Baby. Richard. Are you ok ? Do you need a doctor? "
Niles snapped," He needs you to leave him alone. Grifter. "
Nigel turned back to Niles with fury. " Get out ! Get out now and don't come back. You are upsetting him. Nobody upsets my husband. Especially not you. "
" I am not going anywhere. I am his son. His first born. You are just trash he found on the street. Go back to the streets where you belong! And take those Black kids with you ! "
Richard opened his eyes and looked at Niles coldly. He said," I don't think I like you much, Niles. I don't remember you but I know I don't like you. Please leave. Now. "
Nigel reached for Richard's hand and gave it a firm squeeze. Somehow that simple gesture helped bring a sense of calmness to Richard's body and soul.
" You heard the man , Niles. Leave. Don't come back. I'm also telling the staff here you are not allowed in here again. Goodbye. "
Niles glared at them holding hands. His grey eyes were chilly. " You're a fool , Dad. This man is using you. Just realize it. "
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ODDS OF LOVE : SEASON ELEVEN
General FictionThe ongoing soap opera about the trials and tribulations of disabled math professor and genius Spencer Norland - Lane , his doctor husband DuBuis Lane and their family and friends in the Washington DC area.