The Friendly Affair

Seven

In the Hospital with Eithan "Blaze" Thompson

The room around me was buzzing as I sat there on the hospital bed in agonizing wonder of what was happening to Papa and Wade.A few detectives entered the room asking questions about what had happened. They acted like they were walking on eggshells as they asked questions about my parents relationship and the relationship between Papa and Wade. I know I'm young and all but I am not delicate.

"The past several hours were nothing but a blur." I began simply remembering how Papa waited for Dad to get home from his Wednesday night poker game, which cost papa the rent more than once. Papa had something on his mind and whatever it was it was serious.

"Night Papa."I called down from the stairs.

Papa sat on the bottom steps cradling a cup of calming tea in his hand. A habit he would do when nervous. He looked up at me with tired eyes and smiled with a "Good night Blaze Bear." I rolled my eyes at the silly nickname but smiled fondly anyways. Just before I entered my room I heard a loud bang coming from downstairs. Dad was home and he was hammered.

Something told me to stay and keep an eye on my parents, mainly Papa. I didn't trust dad around him when drunk. I've seen the results of when I wasn't around and I am tired of it.

I tip toed down the stairs to listen in on their conversation. They were in the kitchen where dad had obviously went to grab a beer or two.

"I can't do this anymore Eugene."I saw dad's shoulder's tense at his given name. I learned he hated his name for some reason and palace only called him by it when very serious."I want a divorce."

At those words, dad lashed out. His icy blue eyes filled with boiling rage. He went on and on about how papa used him all this time and was supposly sleeping around with other guys. Other guys meaning Wade.

Wade is like a uncle I've never had and a good friend of papa's. He's helped pick me up from school, take me to fun places when papa wasn't able to because of work. Plus he was able to lift my papa's spirits from the depts of depression my dad inflicted on him for the past four years.

Dad suddenly started to hit papa until he was on the ground trying to shield the incoming blows. But it wasn't enough. Dad reached for the closest object to him which was a cutting knife and aimed to strike. Quickly I dashed towards papa using my body as a shield. I screamed when I felt the cold blade cut my left cheek and down.

"Eithan!"Papa cried out in pure horror.

He quickly grabs me and pushes me into the laundry room and directs me to put press onto the wound. I heard his frantic voice calling the police.

"What is wrong with you Eugene! You just hurt our son!"Papa roared outraged.

I could hear furniture being tossed and broken making ne flinch at the impacting sounds. My heart raced so fast that I thought it would burst. I just wanted it all to end. I wanted to leave and go somewhere safe with Papa. Where is the police? I wondered as we waited. Minutes turned into an hour. The argument grew heavily and few took over my heart. If this continued...

I pull out a paper strip from my pocket that had a single phone number. Creeping out of my hiding place I found the phone on the counter and ran back to hide between the wall and dryer.

I dialed the number."Petey- pie what's shaken buddy?"

"And that is how Mr. Wilson came to the seen?"The first detective, a lanky man in a oversize uniform, asked.

Duh, how else?" No plot to get back at your father at all?"The second, a fat man with donut glaze stains on his uniform added.

"Of course not! My papa handles problems with words, he and Wade may be close but plotting against my dad isn't something my papa would ever do." I snarled. To think they would sit there and try to defend that asshole of a dad of mine."Where were you when we needed you? Wade was there in less than minutes while it took you about a hour and a half to come to our aid. I rather rely on him then the police."

I made sure my words sunk in so they can feel the guilt and shame. To feel as if they did not deserve the badges they so proudly wore on their chests.

"T-thank you for your time Eithan."Fatso laughs nervously as the two collect their things and clumsily exited the room.

"Morons."I muttered.

"Oh Eithan, you poor dear!"I jumped at the said cry of my great aunt May.

She rushed into my temporary room to my bedside. Her soft hands caresses my uninjured cheek whilst examining my damaged one. There will be no doubt that it will scar leaving a reminder ever day for the rest of my life of what went down tonight.

"How are you feeling Blaze?"Auntie asked tenderly.

"I'm fine auntie but papa and Wade."I had no clue what happening with them. The police aren't willing to provide the answers seeing I am a minor. Sure bit I am not some china doll that can break with every word they describe of what's happening to papa and Wade.

"Well your father is claiming that Mr. Wilson and papa planned the whole event this evening which we both know is a bunch of bullshit."I choked a laugh of surprise at Aunties cursing. She smiled making a shushing gesture to not tell papa."They are looking for evidence and you may have to testify against your father. To think for things to happen the way they did."

Minutes later one of the detectives came back announcing that there was to be a trial in two days and that if I wanted to I can testify which I eagerly agreed to do. He may be my father but that bastard is going to be behind bars for a long time.