Broken {Completed}

First Encounter

I sat in the hallway listening to their conversation. The more I heard the more I was intrigued by this "father" of mine. I wanted to meet him whether my mother agreed or not. I went to my room and quietly shut the door then quickly climbed out of the window.

She said that he hired her so I went straight to her office. It was just now going on 2:00 so I hoped and prayed that he would be there by the time I got there.

"Hey! Gunnar!"

I turned to see Moxxi getting out of her car. "I thought you were at school," I said somewhat angry. She didn't bother to tell me about Adam, so I was pissed at her too.

"I pretended to have a really bad migraine and got sent home. Where are you going?"

"I have to meet with someone."

"Where? Maybe I could drive you or come with."

"I don't know. It's kinda personal."

"Then let me drive you, I feel horrible about what Adam did to you and what he said about your mom."

I thought it over for a moment, but then agreed. The sooner I leave the sooner I can get back. I got in her car and stared blankly at the glove compartment.

"So where to?" She asked starting the car.

"Black Fuel Trading Co."

She nodded and put the car in reverse and drove to my destination.

"So is Adam your boyfriend?"

Moxxi shook her head. "He's my over protective, jerk face ex that can't take a hint." She seemed irritated at the thought of him, so I relaxed a bit on the subject. Maybe he was just an over protective jerk.

"I'm sorry about him. He thinks he owns me, but I'm a free spirit, and he doesn't like that, so I broke up with him, but to this day he still tries to control who I talk to."

I nodded. "Sounds tough."

"You don't know the half of it. I like you Gunnar. You're very easy to talk to, and I feel like you actually care." She smiled at me just for a moment before returning her eyes back to the road.

"I like you too," I smiled back as we pulled into the parking lot. It was an odd building. Half of it was a restaurant and the other half was an office building, but it was oddly beautiful as well.

I got out of the car, and told Moxxi to wait there. She nodded cut the engine. I walked inside and it felt very relaxing, but I didn't come here to relax. I wanted to confront my father.

"Hello, and welcome to Black Fuel. Table for 1?" A hostess asked grabbing a menu from the stand.

"No, actually I was wondering if I could get an interview with Mr. Leto for a school essay," I lied hoping she'd take the bait.

"Give me one moment." She picked up the phone that was sitting on the podium. "Sorry to bother you Mr. Leto, but there's a boy here who wants to interview you for a school essay." She paused. "What's your name?" She asked addressing me.

"Rick," I lied again.

"Rick," she repeated to the person on the other end. "Yes sir... Of course... Goodbye." She hung up then turned back to me. "This way please."

I can't believe it worked. She guided me up the stairs and to an elevator that was for authorized persons only. She placed a key inside and turned it. Seconds later the elevator dinged and we both stepped in. She pressed the button to the 4th floor.

My nerves were getting the best of me already. I felt like I was going to either vomit, cry, or punch him in the face when I saw him.

When the elevator opened again she guided me to where I needed to sit, and I patiently waited. I haven't seen my father in 17 years so why should seeing him now make any difference.

Seconds later the door to an office opens up and reveals a tall, dark haired, hazel eyed, brawny man. He had a triangular tattoo on his neck just behind his ear and his face was sharp and serious at first, but when he saw me he smiled kindly.

This was my father. I could see some of the traits that I got from him. My height and body build for starters, his thick hands and eyebrows, his husky voice.

"So Rick what class is this essay for?" He asks joining me at the small table.

"Economics," I said as calmly as I could. The man in front of me was my father that I never even knew about. It took all the energy in my being not to blurt out I was his son.

He watched me for a while and noticed my bruised eye. "What happened there? He asked.

"I got into a fight. The other guy is worse."

"Alright let's get started then." He smiled, but it faded when he realized that I didn't have a notepad or paper. "Do you need something to write things down with?"

"No, I was just going to record it." I pull out my phone and turn on the voice recorder. "First let's get rid of the basis, how old are you?" I asked holding the recorder up.

"I'm 45, I was born in Louisiana, I have a younger brother and  a younger half brother, I like playing instruments, more specifically the drums-"

"Me too," I say out loud not meaning to.

"Really? Well looks like we have something in common."

I nodded wanting to get back to the questions. "Do you have any children?"

He looks taken slightly aback. "No I don't." He left it at that.

I wanted to tell him that he did have a child, that I was his son, but I couldn't do that. Not to my mom. She should tell him herself.