Trapped

Unfair

On Monday morning, Michael barely wakes up.
He fights to keep his eyes open, his throat hurts as if someone squeezed his tonsils and his head is spinning.
I'm sick. Ugh.
He walks to the bathroom and takes a hot shower as if the hot water were to cleanse his body from all the aches.
He wears a dark brown shirt, blue jeans and walks downstairs.
"Good morning, mom"
"Morning, sweetheart" she says while sitting the table.
"Ugh do i really have to go?"
"Didn't you say you liked your school?"
"Um yeah but,"
"No buts," she smiles "sit down, let's have a nice breakfast"
"Thank you"
"So, what do you have on first period"
"Algebra 2"
"You've always hated math"
"Yeah, and for a very good reason, I suck at it" he chuckles.
"Yeah, just like your father"
Something heavy and dark fell on his chest, as heavy as a piano, and as dark as a shadow.
My father.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
"Don't worry mom," he stops her "why do we never talk about him?"
"What is there to talk about? He left me,you" she shakes her head "Us, he left us"
The last time he has spoken with his father played like a scene in his mind;
The last time I saw him was 3 years ago.
4 years before my mom was attacked.
I hadn't seen him for 2-weeks then, I knew he left us, that was for sure. But, I didn't know why. Then he called me, and said he wanted to explain things.
We had a supposedly nice walk, then he told me I'm a big boy now and needed to man up, to handle what he will say to me.
"I can't really see you anymore," he said biting his lips "Marie doesn't like children and we wouldn't want to upset her, would we?"
I wanted to tell him that I wasn't a big boy,
I wanted to tell him that I needed him around.
I wanted to tell him that he was being heartless. That it was unfair.
I wanted to tell him that Marie was a bad person for not letting him see his own child.
But I just nodded my head and walked.
"I went to see him, you know," Michael confesses to him mother "back in NewYork before we left"
She nods.
"I didn't intend to go there, my feet lead me there," he lets out a breath "I just, found myself going to him and it was the same house I grew up in, it was exactly the same, and memories kept coming back to me in flashbacks, then nothing mattered as I remembered us sitting at that dinner table laughing, it didn't matter" he lets out a breath.
She nods.
"Then I see him, mom," he shakes his head "with Marie"
"That's normal, he left us for her, of course she'll be with him"
He shakes his head "that's not it, mom"
"What?" She asks
"He said Marie didn't like children and that's why he couldn't see me anymore"
She nods.
"Well, turns out she doesn't like children that aren't hers," he sighs "that day I saw him, he was holding a baby carrier, mom"
She gasps.
"I have a little brother called Tommy"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"He left you too, and I didn't wanna hurt you,"
"You should have told me, honey"
"I gotta go, I'll be late" he says and runs out.
"But you haven't eaten anything"
But, he was already gone.

"Hey" Emma says "why haven't you replied to me all weekend?"
"Nothing"
"Are you okay?, I was worried sick about you"
"You worry too much"
"What is it?"
"Nothing"
"No, something is up, tell me"
"I said nothing" he shouted.
She walked away.
She couldn't have told the cops it was me.
But who?
Who...
In Algebra class, nothing unusual happened.
Same things that always happened did happen, the teacher was talking nonsense, kids were flying notes around, and he felt as lonely as the day Emma was absent.
Her absence made him feel lost.
Very lost and sad.
But, he couldn't just forget about the police.
He had only told her, so she must've been the tipper.
She wasn't.
She was.
God, I don't know.

I know this chapter is really short, but it's the only short one so far.
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