Forbidden (Gay Story)

Chapter 9

(A/n: Hi guuuuuuuuuuuuys. So I hate this Wattpad app update, it is literally shit. It's not letting me respond to comments. I"m just gonna start writing on my laptop because it lets me do things on here yaaaaaas. So ya, that's all I gotta say B) also I just wanted to let you guys know that I'm going to make this story very long and descriptive because I want this story to be like LOOOOONG and then yeah. Later on when this is completed I'll deside whether or not make a sequel ;) srry I use the winky face a lot even if I'm not trying to flirt I just like it cx my author's notes are beggining to be long so I need to stop but it's just that ily so ya :') okay byeeeeeee stay tuned and stuff c; )

Alex's POV

7:15 PM

Still December 18th

Justin's yelling at me to slow down so he can catch up but I ignore his begging calls.

Elevators are too commonly slow working at hospitals. The stairs are quicker.

He's still following me up the stairs, way behind me because of his unhurried pace.

He drops to the ground and I know I'm being over exaggerating by not stopping to help him. So I stop and give him my hand.

If we had gone at my pace we would have gotten there 5 minutes ago, but I'm pretending not to care because I know Justin's tired.

The waiting room is empty for the time it is, the hospital closes for visitors at 8.

The conference room. They're in there. The door is closed.

I don't knock because I know that they're waiting for me. I tell Justin to wait outside if he wants but he refuses to leave my side.

Besides my dad and Aunt Marie, there's another lady. I don't recall seeing her.

She's also crying. She's also sharing our pain. I just don't know who she is.

"Pamela, this is your grandson, Alex, and his partner, Justin." Aunt Marie introduces me to the woman.  Apparently, she's my grandmother.  

What I don't understand about my 'grandmother' and 'father', I put in quotes because they are not those characters in my heart, is why do they care so much now?  They have never cared before, so why, why now?

The old woman looks at me with eyes sunken deep into her face.  I know she isn't my father's mother.  He has no features that signify him as her son.  Then, she looks at Justin.  She smiles.

"I'm Pamela, your mother's mother." she chuckles,"I am not disgusted with your decisions as your father, Alex.  And please, call me Pamela."

I ignore her smiles and she seems to not notice.  "Okay then, Pamela, first of all.  Where have you've been all my life, and why do you decide to care about us now?  Are you just in it for money or drugs?  Why are we all the sudden important to you?" I hear my dad laugh from the background.  "Oh, shut the fuck up.  Same goes to you, too, sir.  I don't even know what your damn name is, you don't have the right to be called a father."

Pamela's happy face disappears and she starts crying again, but doesn't talk.  The one who speaks is sperm doner. 

"Listen kid, my name isn't important, o-" Pamela interrupts him.

"His name's Ralph," she laughs, " funny name, ain't it?"

I look over at Justin and he has the most confused look.  He doesn't know whether he should be laughing, or crying, or be angry, or walk out of the room.

Ralph speaks once again.  "As I was saying," he gives a bitch glance at Pamela, "this is the deal.  Your mother didn't want us in your life.  Yes, I did leave, and it was because I wanted to.  But I wanted to see you.  Your mother just didn't want to.  Why?  She didn't want to hurt you more than she already was."