Otayuri - Loss

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I accidently published while it wasn't ready sorry

"Dinner Is ready!" I yelled upstairs
My father came down and sat by the table, looking at the ground.
"For fucks sake... I shouldn't be the one making dinner you idiot. You're acting like dad died or something. I'm a kid, take care of me goddamnit"
My father looked up at me.
"you're right. I'm sorry yurio. I just feel really empty without your dad around.  And now he won't be back for another 4 months, because your grandma broke her back."
" I know that. I miss him too, he's my dad but I don't cry all day and look like some ghost because of it."
"I know you don't and I'm happy you don't. But It's hard for me."
"So you just do nothing and make it harder for me? Wow thanks"
My dad sighed and I ran upstairs. Fuck dinner. I'm not hungry anyways. I Skyped my dad and he picked up right away.
"Hey yurio!  How are you feeling?'
"Fucking horrible as Fucking Fuck"
"Yurio don't swear that much."
" that idiot husband of yours refuses to do anything without you. Can't you just come home already?"
"Is he really that bad?"
I sighed. "He's really upset dad. He took another job. I barely see him and I'm the one who has to cook, do laundry and that shit now. "
"Your aunt works here now too. But I can't leave yet since I have to take care of your grandma."
"Yuuri who are you talking to?" A soft voice asked.
"My son" he responded.
"Heey yurio" It was my aunt.
"Hey"
"How you holdin up? "
"I'm not. Well i am, Barely "
"Yuuri you have to go home" she said to my dad.
"But mom is still-"
"ill help her, my husband will help her and she'll be fine. Go home. Your family needs you."
"Thanks Mari"
"Yurio are you still there?" My dad spoke
"Mhmm"
"I'm getting a ticket home today."
I quickly ran downstairs.
"Dad is getting his ticket home today, he'll be back tomorrow!"
"Really?"
I gave him the phone and the two talked for a while. I got really excited and Skyped Otabek.
"Bekaaa!" I yelled when he picked up.
"Hey yurio" he laughed.
"My dad is coming home tomorrow. When will you?"
"Uhm that's great! But I already told you.. my parents are planning to stay here. "
"But beka are you actually happy there?"
"To be honest... I hate it here. People in my class were way nicer. And I miss you. I didn't want to change schools again. It's the third time in these few months. But everyone else seems so happy. I don't want to make them unhappy by saying that I'm unhappy."
"Beka... I'm sorry that you're unhappy.  I want to make you feel better but I don't know how..."
"it's okay.  Don't worry about me."
"Hmm alright.. I love you Bek a."
"I love you too yura"
I ended the call feeling pretty upset  that my boyfriend was unhappy and I couldn't do anything about it.

Little did they both know that otabeks mother heard them talk about how upset otabek was.

The next day my father and I waited for my dad to arrive. He walked in and my father ran towards him.
"Yuuri!!!" He yelled and flew him in his arms, leading them to fall on the ground.
"Viktor.  I missed you too but please let me stand up.."
"Hey dad" I said.
"Yurio!" He hugged me.  "Are you okay?" I hugged him bad and nodded slightly.
"Yuuri I'm not okay! I missed you so much!" My father clinged onto his leg."
"Viktor get off me. I'm mad at you."
"What??? Why?!"
"Because I have to leave at the worst moment possible for our son and instead of helping him, you have been a depressing old man!"
"Yuuri... I don't want to be without you. I can't do anything without you..."
"Well Viktor I might have to go back and then you better take care of our son instead of the other way around."
"Alright.."
My dad rubbed my back. "Let's go home."

When we arrived home my dad forced my father to cook while we played a game. I told my dad about everything that had happened while he was gone.
"Yurio... can I see your arms?" My dad asked.
"I pulled up my sleeves and there weren't any recent scars. There was one, from a few weeks ago. When it got a bit too much, but it wasn't that bad.
"Yurio.. I can't blame you for doing this while being in the situation that you're in. But please try not to. Please?"
"Alright,  sorry" I pulled down my sleeves and looked down. My dad got mad at my father for not doing the weekly check-up of my arms. I just went to my room. I'm really tired. There had been so much going on and I just couldn't take it anymore.

Aka my life.

I might not update for a little longer then usually. I'm not okay in different ways. Sorry