Daddy Didn't Love Me // Lawlorff

Twenty Four

(KIAN'S POINT OF VIEW)

I was going to confront him once and for all, the man that caused all the emotional pain and baggage of the love of my life. I needed this for myself, to get closure, but in all honesty, I had no clue whether or not I was going to ultimately survive the encounter. 

I knew for a fact that what I saw in Mr. Pottorff's pocket was most definitely a gun, and a father trying to make a peaceful reconnection with his runaway son doesn't carry a concealed weapon while doing so. 

I also knew for a fact that upon any sort of conflict, he wouldn't be one to be patient and he would use it upon command. 

I gulped and tapped on his shoulder. He turned around, an obvious smell of alcohol lingering from his lips and a scent of smoke came from his clothes too. 

"What do you want fag?" he spat at me. 

I chuckled. "Oh, I've wanted this for a long time." 

He looked at me confused and then I slammed my fist into his nose, blood pouring out almost instantaneously and he stumbled backward swearing. 

"What the fuck!" He shouted, playing the victim. 

I scoffed. "Don't act as if you didn't bring that upon yourself!" 

He dabbed at the blood with his shirt. "Who the fuck are you? Do I owe you money or something? Are you with Javier's people because I told him I'd pay him back in a couple months, it was only a little bit of coke and.." 

"Wait what? So you're into drugs too? God man you're a fucking mess." 

"Who. Are. You!!!!" he shouted. 

I laughed. "Kian Lawley. Your son's boyfriend of almost a year. Nice to finally meet you." I said in the most sarcastic way possible. 

"The little asshole leaves me all beaten and bruised for you? Fatass faggott.." he mutters. 

I hold him up by his shirt. Even though I'm skinny as hell, I have the height difference on my side. 

"I've seen what you've done to him, asshole. I know about every punch and every word you menacingly sneered at him after all he'd done for you. If you know what's good for you, you won't touch him again. You won't look for him anymore and you will never see or speak to him ever again. Got it?" 

Surprisingly, he nodded, and I let him go. I nodded and walked away. 

It was nearly thirty seconds before I heard the gunshot, felt the pain in my chest, went numb.