Healing with love

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'Dads' Pov

Unacceptable. Unacceptable. How, so very displeasing.

Years And years of waiting for progress. All gone out the door. Not to metion along with a fire arm.

Razor blades were one thing, It was never anything fatal anyway. He let it continue, finding a bit of sick amusement in seeing the boy harm himself so.

But suicide? Unacceptable.

He had to admit, even after his meaningless taunts, he never thought the spineless welp of an offspring he had would actually go through with it.

At fist all he had felt was anger. Thinking what gave the ignorant youth the mind to think he had the authority to make such a dissicion of great lengths. He had crumpled the pathetic note left be hind by the sorry lowly being, who had apparently scampered off with is filly mutt tail between his legs to go end himself. The man, however, quickly dismissed his anger. Remembering how weak the adolescent was and couldn't possibly go through with the act. And certainly not without the mangy beast inside of him interfering.

He waited for the damn mutt to come crawling back home, mission unsuccessful. But the moment never came. True, only a day had passed, but even that was far to long.

Maby he had gone through with it after all. He was torn between shock that the gutless runt had actually killed himself and anger for yet another failure.

He collected himself. He musnt quite give in yet. There were still many reasons that the teen had not come home. For say, the ignoramus had gotten himself lost, or stayed put in the filthy hole he was hiding in.

Whatever the reason. It would all be over and delt with. But he had to make haste in recovering the missing brat. The moment in time was nearing when he'd finally get what he had waited for. The perfect wepon at his command. After all. The longest a maturing took was from age 15 to 17 at the longest. The time was comming nearer and nearer. There was not a moment to spare.

He cursed at the thought of already missing it and thought that his kin need be found ASAP.

Without waiting another moment the man pulled out his phone and began dailing a familiar number. He placed the phone to his ear and waited for an answer.

One ring.

Two rings.

"Oh?? Herro? I no speaka Engrish!"

The man gave an annoyed growl. "It would be in your best interest not to irritate me at the moment.", he said.

"Geez, boss. you have no sense of humor at all... Whats up, dock?"

"I am in need of your tracking expertise, my offspring has seemed to run off.", he stated, trying to ignore the continued stupidity.

" 'Im in need of your tracking expertise' bleh-ba-bleh blehbleh-ba-bleh! God, you sound like a million years old! If I was your kid I'd runaway too!"

"Silence! Go and help find him. Do not disappoint me.", he snapped.

"Fine, ok ok. But you owe me, like, a slushie! I don't get paid enough to babysit!"

He hung up the phone without answering back. He growled in annoyance as he massaged his temples. He was surrounded by idiots.

He looked out of the near by window and let a menacing smirk play across his face.

"Be prepared, my son, for the begining of a new era is approaching. And you hold the key to it."

He erupted in laughter. Sinister evil laughter.

A new era was comming, one that he would soon rule.

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Oh sheit wuddup!!

Im still alive! .... On the outside at least ( '-')....

But any who before you kill me, i have to say...

SorryhopeyouenjoyedthechapterCYA!!!

*darts away*