The Big Lie

Chapter V - Now What?!

The woman had to leave Los Angeles! She was moving to New York City and told us only on that very day, which meant that we couldn't even properly start looking for a new place to stay. The night rolled in and we had to say goodbye to the woman. We would miss every bit of her love for us, her superhumanly amazing food and her glorious house. 

We didn't really have much of a choice though. She had to go urgently, it was not that she wanted to leave us. We had to do something. Weirdly, this time Ross had the idea. He said why not we go to Amy's house and see if maybe she could help us out. I agreed, after all, I was the person who got her back home safely. We walked about half an hour to her house and we finally made it. The time was ten p.m; the streets of Hollywood were pitch black and there lied Ross and me, exhausted.

I knocked on the door and thank god that Amy was the one who opened the door. 

"Why why... guess who it is?", she said.

"Hey Amy, It's me Dylan", I cried.

"Ugh... I figured", She said, irritated.

Why was she irritated? After all, I was the one who brought her safely back to LA! If I wished, I could have left home all by myself on a night, leaving my dad and Amy together at home. Did I though? No, I didn't! I didn't because I cared for her at the time. Now though, I don't care about her even a little bit because all I asked her is a little room in her gigantic house, and she didn't give it to me. I eventually pushed her down and left, that is how angry I was at the time.

We returned to the streets of Hollywood and dejected, we slept on the streets for the night, as we so often did in the past. I then decided to grab some food for Ross. He said he wasn't hungry, but I was 110% sure that he was hungry and felt too embarrassed to ask. I went into Papa John's to grab a pizza and Ross and I ate it. Ross ate it as if he had not seen food in an eternity, but the last meal he ate was last night, for dinner. Going a whole day without food was not easy, not even for me, and I am one of those people who doesn't get hungry very fast. 

Sometimes I think to myself, what am I doing? Is what I'm doing right for my life? That is when it struck me... what am I doing in Hollywood? 

I decided that I was going to go back to my house in San Fransisco, back to my house (since I had the key) and most importantly, back to Asher.

There was a risk that I was willing to take right now. I had no clue where my dad was. He could well be in San Fransisco. I could well walk into my house with my criminal-dad inside. The next day, I booked an uber, straight to LAX and got on the first domestic flight to San Fransisco. The next thing I know, my flight has landed in San Fransisco. 

I took my taxi back home and before I went home, to maybe be surprised, I went to Asher's house and oh was he there at home, looking dashing as usual. His mom was there too. She welcomed me very warmly. We spent the rest of the day there. Asher, Ross and I played tag, hide and seek and all kinds of crazy and fun games that I and Asher used to play, before his accident. I might have forgotten to mention, but he was blind from both eyes at one stage, however, the doctor managed to get his vision on one eye back, but he was always deaf with one ear, poor guy. Just at the end of the day, I asked her a very big question.

I asked, "Is... Is my dad at... at h-h-home?"

She replied, "Maybe, but I haven't seen him."

That was probably the most relieving thing I have ever heard in my entire life. 

The next day, I went home. I opened the door with the spare keys under the carpet (The most old-school place to hide them) and looked around and there was...