Blame It On The Night ¦Book 1 Of TomTord Drama¦

Chapter [11]

Missing you

But don't know why

Your gone now

So why do I try?

-by me

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Pic of Alex

Troy's insecurities had always been high. Not only about people around him, but about himself as well. It was hard to get along with people with his stony interior and arrogant stance which just covered up his though process. Emotions were for the weak.

At least... That's what he thought.

Alex was never weak, no matter how much love and adoration he gave Troy, it was... Sweet and sometimes, he wished he could feel that same feel of soft lips against his forehead when bidding him goodnight, or the feel of hands enclosing around his neck when he was in pain or crying or just... Needed a hug.

Sometimes he wished that he could have tried harder to stop his papa from going on that date with the asshole that got him pregnant in the first place. He knew something bad was going to happen. But he couldn't stop it.

"Sweetheart, I'll be fine,"

What a lie.

"Be careful,"

Should've thought of that myself.

"I love you,"

Wish I could have said it back to you.

Of course he blamed himself, he couldn't stop thinking of his papa that night. Even when he was watching TV or reading his favorite book. That was, until he heard the doorbell ring-

-Papa must be back! That's what he thought, he was barely four at the time. He jumped off the couch and towards the door, happily opening it with a smile but it quickly dropped when he saw his grandma and grandpa standing there with worried looks painted on both their faces.

"Papa?" He asked quietly and his grandfather teared up before his grandmother picked him up gently "I'm sorry, my darling,"

She looked him dead in the eye.

"Papa isn't coming back,"

-That was the moment, that one most hideous moment in his life, he felt numb. He could never forget those invisible pairs of hands descending upon his neck in an almost bruising force. At the time, he didn't understand what that meant, but he found out in the days to come.

He found out what death meant long before children his age should have known.

Oh how he wished he could change that one night. That one night he dreaded and couldn't forget. That one night...

He lost the one thing he cared about.

All his hard work, dedication, money. Absolutely everything. Was dedicated in fairs to his papa. He wanted to show his late father how much he had grown, how much he accomplished, how much he could do. Just to see him smile.