Chapter 8
Follow Your Heart
"Hi son... long time no talk." My dad speaks, letting me know that he senses my presence. I smile, and wait for him to turn around.
“Not really, dad. It’s only been a week.” I reply, cheesing. God, I love him so much. We fall into a normal conversation about how mom was and how I was doing in school before his tone gets serious.
“I know you did not come here to just chit-chat with your old man. Tell me what’s wrong; I can smell the anger and disappointment on you, Derek.”
It’s not that I’m nervous around my dad, he just knows too much for his own good. I wish he was still alive with me physically so I can hug him and have him rub my worries away like he always did. I held in my breath for a while, and then let it out audibly.
“Ruben is back, he already brought you up and I just … went off. I hate him, dad. I really do.”
“You don’t hate him; you just dislike what he did in the result of my death. We went over this already, calm down and keep your wolf in check.” He said calmly. He knew that I had a bad temper and shifting can just result in more trouble. I could just imagine him touching my shoulder as he said this, like he always did when giving me advice. I never said anything back to him, so we fell in a comfortable silence.
“What’s wrong, son?” his deep voice asked, echoing throughout the room. “Is it that boy again?”
“Yes, father. I’ve decided I need him, I will always need him. Isn’t that what mates are for?” I started, looking him in the eyes. “Right?... Because I can’t stop thinking… thinking about h-him. Dad I barely know him, and I already think that I love him!” My voice cracked at the end.
“I’ll only give you the advice I have been giving you this whole time. Follow your heart, Derek.”
“DAD! That isn’t working, now is it? Look at me…..I’m a total wreck! Please, help me.” I couldn’t control my emotions, and so I started to sob. My sobs turned into cries, and then escalated into yells.
“I’m a disgrace you, huh? To be your only son, and be gay…. mated to another guy. To not ever be able to produce an heir… To just kill the family’s last name like that? Do you think mom will hate me also?... And look down on me... What will others think? That the tough Derek is kissing faces with a guy from school. This would be so much easier if … if just he was a girl.” My wolf whined deeply from within me with that final thought and it was then, that this was indeed faith. There’s no turning back, Charles is mines.
Mines, my wolf growled.
My father hasn’t spoken yet since he gave me the advice I now know by heart. He just let me continue to cry and rant about how horrible and pathetic I will be when people find out I’m gay. Then after a while, I felt a shiver run down my spine.
I looked just in time to see him moving his hands around. Then there was this image playing of when I was about 15 years old, and he was kissing my head. No, this is it!
He’s saying goodbye.
“I love you, son. You’re everything I could ask for and more. See you soon.” And with that, he vanished into thin air. I couldn’t do anything but cry. I think this is going to become my new thing, crying like the little pathetic baby I am.
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After an hour or so, I heard rustling between some bushes behind me. It took me a while, but eventually I looked back in time to see Peter in his wolf form walking towards me. Through our mind-like, he asked if I was hungry and I shook my head no.
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