Oh Marcel

chapter twenty six

She hopped out and as I took the keys out of the ignition I did as well.  I stood there by the front door and pressed the buzzer.  A big buzz went off and the door unlocked.  When my mum told me the instructions the only things she asked of me was how to get to and into my fathers flat, and also not to bring anyone with me.  Of course I already broke half of her rules.  I let her walk in before me.  We walked up one flight of stairs and his flat number was b5.  I found the big green door and I was very nervous to knock. 

" You ready?" Scarlett asked.  I could here the nervousness in her voice. 

" Not really.  Listen I'll just tell my mum that I couldn't find it-" 

" No Marcel you need to do this.  I did it, and I know you can do it," She said looking at the door.  "  Here call me your girl friend so he doesn't think this is some sort of play date."  Right when she said girl friend I lost it mentally. My heart was beeting.  My palms were sweating, and honestly I thought I was going to vomit. " Arg," she groaned and knocked fermly on the door.  We waited there in complete scilence, then we heard a few faint foot steps.  My heart was beeting faster than I thought it could.  The green door opened up.  A man with brown hair almost the color of mine and a little light scruff he was vastly over weight and I got nervous.  I don't understand why though.  I mean he was and is my father for God sakes.  I should feel comforably normal.

" Hi," I said quietly. 

" Ah Marcel.  I didn't think you were going to come.  Why don't you come in big guy," he said with a smile and let us in.  

I noticed some of his hair was falling out.  And to add he was much heavery than I remember.  When I walked in his appartment I was rather impressed.  The walls and couch were white.  He had big window in the back and a ton of light shinned through.  He had a desk in the far corner of the room that held a Mac laptop and an old fashioned type writer.  Next to the couch was a big comfy brown  recliner.  His flat mostly had to colours that popped.  White and brown, but with a little bit of other colours that helped make the place stand out.  Scarlett and I sat down really close to each other on the sofa.  We were holding hads so it made us look more like a couple.  We were so beiveable I thought we were dating.  My father leaned back in his recliner and looked at us.  

" So you to are finally dating," he said with his deepp raspy voice.  Scarlett nodded her head and I didn't show any emotion. " Ah Marcel open up a little.  You can talk to me I'm your dad," And then it hit me.  He was my father and what he said was wrong I couldn't just talk to him.  

" Dad I don't think I can." I said quietly. 

" What did you say mous-  I mean Marcel.  I'm sorry I didn't hear you."  He was making fun of me and I didn't like it.  Ever since I was young he would call me Mouse because I was skinny like a twig and wouldn't talk.  I pulled my hand away from Scarlett's.  I scooted over closer my dad and leaned back. 

" Why do you keep calling me that?  I mean seriously you call yourself a dad and your not.  Your a bully.  And I heard what you did to mum.  You only cared about yourself so you made her feel like shit!" I didn't feel bad about saying it.  

" Finally Marcel I thought you were never going to do it," he said.  I was very confused.  What he was saying made no sense. " Marcel, thats what I've been tring to get you to do since you were a kid.  Stand up to your bullies," he smiled. 

" Wait hold on.  You put me through hell,  bullied me,  made mum feel like hell, and almost caused me to kill myself, and after all that you just wanted me to stand up for myself!" 

" Woah hold on how do you know anything that happened between your mum and me?" 

" If you haven't noticed you two made me and thus you become a father.  And now I'm called your son, and with the responsibily of being your son I get to know what happens to the people that made a mistake and brought me into this world. And you should know you said it yourself  being invisible is my only skill!"

" That didn't answer my question!" He yelled back. 

" I hear things.  Okay I put the peices together and I know you blamed her because I'm not normal and I went to a mental instatution!  Okay and blaming her was bull shit!" 

" Shut up Marcel.  I don't appreaceite swearing!" 

" Since when mother fucker!" 

" Marcel. Scarlett said calmly.  She put her hand on my shoulder and tried to bring me back to normalcy.

" Marcel!" He yelled the loudest.. After he yelled I heard a loud noise coming from above. " Okay, listen.  Do you know what its like to have only one son that isn't like you in any sort of way?" He asked quietly. Almost a whisper.  

" So I'm a skrew up?" I asked knowing the answer was yes. 

" No of course not.  Thats not just why we split up..." I could feel the saddness pouring out.  His facial expression somthing I didn't recognize.  " Your mum and I were having problems a long, long time ago.  We wanted to have another child and we figaured out there was no way to.  It got to a point where our only option was adoption and at that time you were to old.  Then things were okay.  But when the incodent happened I didn't feel right and then everything lashed out.  I got angry at her for no reason.  So I blamed her." 

" Wait what?" Scarlett asked in shock.  My father looked up at her and so did I. 

" Sorry go on," she said. 

" Can't.  I'm done.  Listen sorry this wasn't the probably the meeting you wanted. But..." 

" No its okay," I said. I got up and headed towards his type writer.  The sun was setting and it made the room look so peaceful.  " You write?" I asked. 

" No I actully am a studio executive.  I help make music videos.  Have you decided what your going to do after school ends?" He told me.  I remember him leaving to go on a buissness trips to California. 

" No I haven't probably sales or marketing.  I like buissness." I stated.  I have taken buissness class when I was a freshman and  I liked it.  

" Just like your old man.  Well its getting late." 

" Yeah I guess we'd better head out," all three of us started walking to the door.  I shook his hand and gave him a small hug. 

" Nice to see you again Jonny," Scarlett said and gave him a hug as well.  

" Love you," my dad said and I couldn't help but nod my head.