Finally gaining enough courage I speak to my father. He punches the side of my head so hard that I fall to the pavement. I see translucent black and white dots block my vision which move in seemingly different directions. I blink a few times and they thankfully dissapear. Brian kneels beside me and tries to help me up, but I push him away. I want to do this on my own. I need to.
I throw a lunch at my dads face. He obviously doesn't fall like I did, I:m weaker than him. But I continue to punch him. Until blood starts to dribble from his nose. And dribbling soon turns into a flowing river of blood. He punches me in the stomach and it takes my breathe away but I keep going. Brian pushed him to the ground for me and I pin him down. He doesn't fight to get back up. I probably would have lost if he did. I suddenly realize that I've been crying the whole time. "I'm not your fucking son!" I yell. "I never was." I add, whispering. "Jeordie, please. I love you. Your mother's coming back too. A-and I've quit drin-"
I slap him harshly. "No you don't, no she isn't, and no you haven't quit drinking! For fuck's sake Wesley I'm never going to believe a word you say. Stop trying to win me over. It's never going to happen. Pure bullshit." I call him by his birth name. I can't bring myself to call him my father anymore. "Where even is my mother?" I ask. I want to know before I leave him here crippled in his driveway to a house he will soon lose due to his alcohol consumption. "She was a groupie for metal bands. We met at a concert. You were an accident." He has the nerve to laugh. He's telling the truth, which hurts, I can tell by his eyes. I punch him and start crying again. I have no family. Everyone I'm related to are fucked up.
No wonder I am too.
"She freaked out and left you with me when you were six." He continues.
"Fuck." I mutter, shaking my head.
"Goodbye, Wesley. Contact me in any way ever again, and you will regret it." I spit in his face, kicking him repeatedly until I back away to leave. I jump when I bump into Brian. I forgot he was here.
I look at the bloody and bruised up body in front of me, which was once my father. Or really never was.
"C'mon." Brian whispers, grabbing my hand. Brian squeezes my hand in an attempt to stop me from shaking.
When we arrive back at the hotel I hide under the comforter on the bed.
"Babe.." Brian speaks softly, getting under the comforter with me. We don't speak for awhile.
"Do you remember your mothers name? We could try and find her." Brian tries his hardest to help.
"Her name is Valarie Rose." I reply, not caring about the fact that we could try and find her. I don't think I want to find her, honestly.
"Did she happen to have a stage name?" Brian asks. "Yeah.. It was something like 'Red Velvet'' I shrug.
I hear a slight gasp from Brian and look at him. His eyes are wide. "What?" I ask. He won't reply.
