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• Saturday | April 1st, 2017 | 12:01pm •
"it's official" I said walking out of the church to where Dillon was
He was sitting on the steps looking off into the distance, I guess this situation was harder on him than me. I took a seat next to him and leaned my head on his shoulder, listening to the sound of his breathe as he breathed.
"I'm sorry" He whispered
"for what?" I asked confusedly
"I mean you just found out your dad who you've thought was dead all you life is alive, and instead you have to cheer me up. I should be cheering you up not the other way around" He sighed
"Dillon the past three days have been hard on both of us not just me, we have to look out for each other now that it's just us"
"he still hasn't called...Damien?" He asked
I shook my head no while trying to hold the tears back. It's only been a few hours but I miss him and wish he would call me and at least let me know where he is.
"don't worry he'll call, he love's you no matter what"
"and what about you?" I asked
"do I love you?...of course I do"
"no not that, will you be okay?" I asked picking my head up from his shoulder to be able to look him in the eye
"we'll be okay" He said wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me closer to him
"let's get back inside, today's gonna be a long day" I said thinking about all the events that have happened these past few days
I felt Dillon squeeze my hand softly indicating that he was here for me.
"Christian...this is your son" My mom said looking nervous as hell
I didn't know what to say, what was there to say. My whole life I had known my father to be dead, buried, sitting in heaven. Come to find out seventeen years later that he isn't dead. It was getting hard to breathe, I could feel my throat closing up.
"Son...I know this is hard but-"
"I'm not...your...son" I struggled to get out "My father died when I was one years old. He left behind his wife to take care of their son all by herself for sixteen years. My mom is my mom and dad, so wherever you came from please return there"
I slowly turned around about to head out but Dillon held my hand and kept me from moving. I looked up at him with a questioning look of why he wouldn't let me leave.
