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Chapter 4

~Donovan~

"Son?" my dad asked for about the twelfth time.

I stood in silence. This was the day I would die. Don't go looking for me, because I'm dead.

"Don, just explain yourself." he said impatiently.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I broke up with her."

I had expected him to yell at me, but all he did was laugh. "That's it?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah." I responded. I was dumbfounded. Why isn't he yelling at me for getting kicked off the team?

"Well, he can't just kick you off the team for dumping his bratty daughter. I'll call his boss and I'll get you back on." That was why. He still thought that the team was most important. Why couldn't he understand?

"Dad," I said as he began punching buttons on his flip phone.

"What?" he asked.

"I, um. I don't, uh." I stuttered.

"Spit it out, Donovan." he said, very annoyed.

"I never liked lacrosse," I blurted out. Damn, it felt good to get that off my chest.

"What?" he asked.

"I only played because I thought it would make you happy after mom... You know." I mumbled.

"Why didn't you just tell me that you didn't like it? We could've gotten you into something else. Like baseball or football." he said, still oblivious to what I was trying to tell him.

"I thought it would pick you up out of your depression, which it did. Sports aren't everything, dad." I said bitterly. I hated talking to him this way, but he needed to understand.

"I was completely fine after the divor-"

"No, you weren't!" I cut him off. "You were sad and depressing. You never went out. You didn't even try to move on after the right amount of time. I knew how much sports meant to you so I joined the team."

He didn't look at me. He looked like how he did after my mom left. Useless. I felt like I just killed him. Like I just ruined his life.

"Thank you for telling me, but you didn't have to do that." he said sadly. "I have to go back to work and I'll be gone for a few days."

"Okay," I said. I broke him even more than my mother did. She left him for his so-called lifelong friend. I chose to stay with my father not only because I despised my mother for hurting him, but because I didn't trust him alone. He was more depressed than I had ever seen him before. "Is it okay if I go to a friend's house?"

"I don't care as long as you're home on Thursday." he answered. My dad opened the door and said goodbye before he disappeared outside with his black umbrella.

I wanted to come over to Mill's house because I knew her sister wouldn't be there and she would be.

Me: hey is it ok if i come over??

Milly :) : Yeah, it's okay. You do know my sister isn't home, right?

Me: maybe... i'll bw there in 20