Suicide Prevention

Chapter 39: For The First Time

Mike's POV

As soon as I walked into the meeting room of my dad all voices went silent. For a moment fear came over me, but it was immediately replaced by anger. The anger I felt towards my dad to be specific.I walked into his office and my eyes landed on him. He smiled, but I knew what he was really thinking."Hey son. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"

I laughed and turned my attention to a black man sitting at the end of the long table. "How can you even be around someone like my dad?"

I, asked curiously. "I mean he is a beget for fucking sake!",I yelled causing the man to jump in his chair and the people around to ask gasp.

My dad stood up in his chair and slammed his hand gently upon the table. "Mike?" He questioned like he didn't know he was a fucking racist. Ha!

I quickly turned my glance at him and scowled. Don't ever speak to me again you fucking prick! I dare you talk to me you piece of shit. How could you have done that to me? Your own fucking son!?" I yelled.

His face turned a shade of red that I have never seen before and I smiled. I loved this. I loved finally telling him of. It felt great! "Mike maybe we should talk about this later. I am in the middle of a very important meeting."

I remembered my dad talking to my mom about, this meeting. He said that it would make or break his career. Did I really want to break his career like he did mine? That would,make me just as bad as him, but he deserved it.

I looked around at the shocked faces of the rich men. I wondered if they beat their wife and son. I wondered if they destroyed their sons basketball careers. I wondered if they knew how my dad really was.I doubted it. I looked to my dad, "Fuck you bitch. I fucking hate you. You are no dad of mine!"

A collective gasp surfaced throughout the room, but I kept going. "You are nothing but a woman beating scum bag1 Yep I said it you bitch! All you do is pick on people smaller and younger than you so that you can feel better about yourself becuase you know that you are nothing! And I am not going to let you run my life anymore.

You can take back your car and i'll even move out of your house because I am nerver going to be what you want me to be. I am never going to go to Harvard and I am never going to be what you are. i don't want to be anything like you!"

I could see him becoming angry and I knew that he would burst, so I decided to leave him right there with that stupid ass look on his face. As i walked out of the office, I felt liberated and I knew their was only one thing left for me to do for me to truly be free.

Well one thing that I could handle today because I still wasn't brave enough to confront Marshall just yet. I just wasn't ready to lose a friend over something like that, and as I said before if he is sseeling drugs then he is doing it for a good reason.I mean I don't know what's going on inside his home maybe they are struggling or something. And I didn't want to be the one to make him feel like he is less than anyone else.

 When I got to my car and sat down I checked my phone and saw some missed calls from Kimber. Shit. I knew she was prorbaly pissed as hell. I quickly caleld her back and she answered on the first ring.

"Where the hell have you been!?" She screamed. I hoped she wasn't in the library yelling like that.

"Sorry I had to handel some business with my bitch as dad." I answered hoping she would calm the hell down.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't know where you were. So what did he do this time?' She asedk her voice becoming softer with each word.

I knew lying to her would be wrong and I wanted her to turst me so I just decided to tell the truth. "he got me kicked off of the basketball team!" From her small gasp I knew she knew that my dreams of going to MIdwestern were out the door now. She was silent for a long time and I wondered what she was thinking. "I was just at his job telling him to go fuck hisself."

She laughed. "You didn't!"

"Fuck him and I decided to move out be cause if he is stil staying there then I don't want to. I want to be far away from him and since it seems like I am not going to college then I might as well get a job!"

"baby. I am so sorry." I could tell that she was about to cry and I wasn't going to have that shit.

"Don't be sorry. It's not your fault, and don't think for one second that our basketball game is off because I am still going to beat your ass! And you not ever gonna get none!"

She laughed. "Oh I think I am going to win because I have an awesome trainer."

What the fuck! "Who is it? It had better not be some boy!"

"You'll never know. Now hurry up and get here! I am so lonely without you baby! And Ms. brown is drving me craxy asking me where you are."

"Be rightthere. Love you bay."

"Love you too."