Storm (interracial)

Chapter24 Sleet

"Of course we need to talk.  The situation calls for it." I say annoyed at his choice of words.

"No, there other matters that we need to discuss." He retorts cool, calm, and collectively considering that he was just going off his rockers.

"What can be more important than the crisis that I'm currently dealing with?" I say incredulously. 

"Lots but if your going to be a little bitch about it let me tell you a few things about your little situation."

I interrupted him right there on the spot.  "There is no way in the world that you are going to just insult me and think that that is cool."

He pointed a finger at me and looked at me as if he could incinerate me on the spot.  "Listen you little ungrateful twerp.  Don't you ever in life interrupt me while I'm talking.  I'm old I can drop dead any minute. Next time I will slit both your wrist and let you bleed out slowly.  Fucking play with me again.  Now show some respect." He looked at me for a moment daring me to say something.  Out of respect I'll be quiet.  For now.  I don't know who in the hell he thought he was talking to.

"Now on to more pressing matters." He says coolly like he didn't just go Hannibal Lecter on me.  You see you messed up my god damn speech.  I had it all planned out.  Oh well screw it.  Your my son son.  I am not your mother's brother.  Now feel free to become dramatic."  He said nonchalantly.

"What the fuck did you just say?  Are you fucking off your rockers old man.?  Yeah that's what it is.  Your losing it old man.  Are you suffering from dementia?  I'll completely understand if that's what it is."

"Dementia, don't you dare.  My mind is sharper than yours any day you imbecile.  Anyway let me finish before I hurt you.  Your mother and I had an affair, and yes your father knew about it.  Was he mad, yes.  Was there anything that he could do about it, no.  Your mother and I had a relationship long before your father came along.  The bastard did and said some dumb shit and out of that woman scorned bullshit your mother ran off with your father.  Although my family was partly to blame your father played his role along with your mother." He paused taking a much needed breath and continued to proceed.

"Your mother wanted a baby and it just wasn't happening with your father.  After years of being estranged we crossed paths and caught up some.  She mentioned how much she wanted a baby and how she was getting older and not younger. Being that I still had love for her I told her if she ever needed me that I would be happy to oblige.  Well who in the fuck am I kidding I wanted to stick it the that conniving fuck that stole her from me."

I interjected again, "Are you serious." I respond irritatingly.

"Yes, as a heart attack.  Well she took me up on my offer and sometime later you came along.  Your father wasn't happy about but he knew he owed her that much considering what he did so he agreed to your mother and I engaging in consensual sex."

"What exactly did he do?"

"He paid a girl to make it appear that we where messing around.  And let's just say that when your mother saw this coincidentally,  she was furious and heartbroken.  Nothing I said would convince her that I was innocent.  She was the love of my life and she didn't believe me.  But as they say karma is a bitch and your father reaped what he sowed.  We all decided that it would be best that you only acknowledge me as an uncle, or as your godfather.  That is the main reason I always looked out for you.  You never had to fight a battle. You never had to go to war until now.  Don't worry I had DNA test done some time ago just to be sure although you look exactly like my mother."