Mine

Chapter Forty Six

So I know I said I wasn't going on hiatus and I'm sorry I ended up doing that. Some not so good things have happened since then to now. So I'm going to give you guys a few chapters for your patience, but I don't really know if they're good enough. So just stick with me through them and hopefully they'll get better again. Thanks so much for reading!

I dial up the number I have saved for Gamzee, and he picks up on the second ring. "Dave?"

"Yup, it's me."

"Holy shit yes! Dude your brother said you didn't get to see our finished house. Get your ass over here."

"I broke my leg."

"Uh... what?"

"I don't think I can drive there. My leg is broken."

"How did you... can I pick you up?"

"You have a car?"

"Hell yes! I'll explain everything when I see you in person." The line goes dead and I lay back in bed waiting for the inevitable call back. I don't think he knows where I live. I don't remember telling him anything. After a minute or two I get a call from him just like I was expecting. "Hey so uh, where do you live?"

"In an apartment." I give him an address in walking distance and then I get dressed and head for the corner store I gave him the address to. I'm not really sure what I'm expecting his car to be, but I'm definitely not expecting a Ferrari.

"Sup Dave." There's a shit eating grin on his face as I numbly step forward and open the door.

"Did you... how did... this car?" Gamzee laughs.

"My dad bought it for me, I didn't steal it. I promise."

"Your dad?" It hadn't occurred to me that they had family besides each other.

"Yeah. Once we got cleaned up he started buying shit for us again. He already paid the phones and the house, but this is way better." Gamzee starts driving and the smoothness of the ride is breath taking.

"How much?"

"What you can't speak in complete sentences now? It's a Ferrari LaFerrari and its about one point four million."

"I don't get it. If your dad was rich why didn't he just get the house fixed up and you two taken care of."

"He's really busy. He doesn't even live with us, and hasn't for a long, long time. He moved out once the neighborhood started getting bad. By then Kurloz and I was getting into trouble. He paid our expenses and that's that. Nothing extra for us. Until now of course. I don't even know how he knew we were getting back on tract." My mind flashes to something Dirk said when we were raising money for them. Well, when he was raising money for them. There was a huge donation if I remember correctly. Maybe it was their father. I'll have to ask Dirk if he can find out.

"Have you talked to him?"

"No. But Kurloz has."

"Why haven't you?" I turn to stare at him. He looks uncomfortable suddenly. While he tries to figure out how to respond I study him closely. He's always been pretty clean shaven, but he always had this scruffy look to his hair. Today he doesn't look as scruffy. It's more combed and looks healthier. He doesn't seem quite as pale and the weird clown make up is gone. I had gotten so use to it on him that he looks weird without it.

"My dad and I don't get along too well."

"Sounds like Dirk and I. Dirk use to get along with our dad and I never did."