Miles Hollingsworth, a grade 11, bisexual, billionaire, "bad boy " now a son to a dad in prison.
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"Dad, I'm sorry I'm late, I..." I trailed off already seeing him in the lounge. I smiled slightly that he wasn't out at you know where.
I walked in to see him with a box on the floor surrounded by picture. "What are you doing?" i crouched by him to look at the pictures.
They were old family ones, ones with mum. My smile faded. "Come on dad, you don't need to look at these." I reply quickly trying to gather them up. They wouldn't make him feel anything good.
He looked up at me sluggishly with teary eyes. "She would have never have let me lose my job." He said slowly looking at my mum in a holiday photo. She had tanned long legs and massive blonde curls. I could see why dad married her but I didn't feel anything looking at her, just how fake she was.
"No dad, she wouldn't have cared. She left without a second thought about what would happen to us." I stated grabbing the photos in his hand and chucking it into the box.
"But she did care once, she married me." He look over hazily at the box and found a ring. He picked it up and went to slide it back on his finger. I instantly reached over and smacked it out his hand. It rolled across the floor before falling flat. We watched it and then turned back to each other.
"She's gone dad. And she's never coming back." I declare my heart pounding. It was the truth. How had I accepted it before my own father?
"No.. you see I looked her up on facerange! I know where she is, we could take a small plane and visit...." He rambled rummaging through the box crazily. I see a couple tears coming from his eyes.
"Dad! Stop! I don't care...I don't care where she is or who she's with! She's moved on, why haven't you? The moment you give her up if the moment you feel happier." I exclaim.
"Where's my phone?...Where is it?" He rambles looking around frantically. I crawl over to him and wrap my arms around him. He sobs quietly. How had he become this man again?
"She's not coming...she's not coming back." I whisper repeatedly and held him tightly.
Miles POV:
I came home and swung round the sitting room door.
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"Hey Franks." I smiled at her, she barely looked up at me as she was reading some book. "So you've been publicly shamed?" I read the title laughing at her ridiculousness.
"Don't laugh to me brother, this books actually giving me hope." She rolled her eyes setting it down at the coffee table.
"You don't need hope, you need friends. By the amount you've been hiding by your locker it's clear you don't have any left." I smiled even though it was pretty sad watching Frankenstein eat her lunch alone with just her mysteriously sexy but kinda lapdoggy boyfriend.
