The Scars Within [boyxboy]

The Scars Within {29}

                He wet his lips like he always did when he got nervous. “Hi Johnny,” he said quietly. I turned and glared at Lionel. The fuck was wrong with him? Why would he bring my dad here?

                “Hi Mr. Morris,” Lionel greeted causally. “I’m Lionel. The kid that called you and who is going to get his ass kicked by your son.”

                “Damn straight you are,” I growled dangerously. Oh I’d fucking kill Lionel for this. I didn’t want my dad to be here. I didn’t want to have to see him. Did I love my dad? Yes. Did I forgive him? No.

                “How have you been Johnny?” dad asked, his voice nervous. “Oh I’ve been fucking dandy,” I growled, my shock turning into fury. How could Lionel do this to me?

                “Johnny…please…watch your language,” dad said weakly. I glared, suddenly beyond furious with my stupid father. I’d still have sight in both of my eyes and my parents wouldn’t be divorced if he just hadn’t been so stupid that day.

                “They don’t call me Johnny anymore!” I snapped. “Oh…sorry,” dad said awkwardly. “Uh…what…what do you go by?” he asked and cleared his throat.

                “EJ. Want to know what it stands for? It’s short for One-Eyed Johnny,” I growled and he winced and looked away with guilty, pain-filled eyes.

                “John, I never meant to hurt you. I really never meant to hurt you. I’m so sorry. You could never know how sorry I am. I never should’ve picked you up. I’m sorry Johnny,” he whispered.

                Now I saw what Lionel was doing. The look on his face gave it all away. He was trying to “reunite” me and my dad. Trying to get us to talk it out and forgive each other. But how could I do that? How could I just forgive my dad for what he had done?

                Dad was eyeing my bandana, agony in his eyes. I didn’t even care anymore. I reached up and yanked the bandana off my face. Dad winced and looked away in shame.

                “John, I swear I never meant to hurt you. You know I never wanted to hurt you,” he whispered and slowly turned back to face me.

                “You never call me anymore. Never,” I said quietly. “I thought you hated me,” he said and moved closer to me.

                “I hate what you did. I never hated you,” I mumbled and looked away. Lionel took my hand and gave it an encouraging squeeze.

                I looked into Lionel’s eyes and he gave me a slight nod. “Just hug him,” he mouthed and released my hand, leaning back and watching me.

                I slowly got up and went to my dad. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged tightly, missing him more than words could’ve ever explained.

                “I never hated you dad,” I repeated and squeezed my eye shut as he hugged me back just as tightly. “I know you can’t forgive me for what I did Johnny, but I really do want to keep in touch with you. I love you,” he choked out.

                I pulled away from him after a minute and glanced at Lionel. He was smirking, but I could see in his eyes that he was truly happy I was hugging my dad.

                “Um…John, your mom doesn’t know about this right?” dad asked and wet his lips. I glanced at Lionel and shook my head.

                “I didn’t even know about this,” I admitted quietly. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Forgiveness didn’t happen this fast, did it? Only in stupid stories.

                I gulped, suddenly just wanting my dad back in my life. I had missed him so much. He had been my best friend before the car accident that wrecked my face and my family.

                “Dad, if I talk to mom…um…can I maybe spend weekends with you?” I asked quietly. It was only a half hour away, so I could still hang out with Lionel on the weekends too.

                “If you’re okay with that. If you…want to,” he said and hugged me again.

                I glanced at Lionel and shook my head at him. “You’re a dumb shit,” I snapped and he laughed and shrugged innocently.

                “Hey, keeping quiet doesn’t make anything better. I had to talk to my dad after my accident and it made things better. I figured it would be the same for you,” he said simply, grinning.

                “Dad, this is Lionel. He’s my boyfriend,” I said, trying to think back and remember if my dad was a homophobic or not.

                He smiled awkwardly and shook Lionel’s hand. “Uh, nice to meet you in person Lionel,” he said. I glared at Lionel.

                “How did you get my dad’s number anyways?” I demanded. Lionel laughed. “When I stole your knife, you told me your dad’s name. I just looked him up in the phone book. You said he lived a half hour away. I’m not stupid EJ.”

                I rolled my eyes. “Whatever Lionel,” I grumbled. He reached his hand out to me and I helped him up. I put my arm around him and my other arm around my dad. I looked down in embarrassment as I felt my eyes watering.

                Lionel kissed me gently and rested his head on my shoulder. My dad hugged me and kissed my forehead. Lionel had fixed my relationship with my dad in an unbelievably quick way. I would find a way to pay him back and show him just how much I truly loved him.