Damon (one-shot)

VII - Little Alfey

David's pov:

flashback -

"Lara, please....j-...just one minute" i begged. I know i promised not to ever lower myself in front of her again, but what can i say...? I'll do anything for him, everything it takes; i'd do, even die for him.

"David...stop doing this. He's happy here, happy without you....and he don't need you" she scoffed from the other line.

"how-.....how can he be hap-" my voice trailed off. Maybe like she said, he'd be better without me, happy without me. "-.....i know that, but can i just talk to him only a minute. I know he's happy there, still i'm his father and i miss him"

"That's the point, you're his father. But did you ever live like how a father should. David...just stay away from him. He don't need a faggot like you...."

that hurt

"....what if his classmates know that his father is an arse bandit-...." I can't take it anymore, tears forming in my eyes, i covered the speaker and let out a small muffled cry. It was like taking a stab through my chest, but more than that.

"Lara, pleaseee....i begged you" it barely came out as a whisper.

"okay....anyway he's not around here, i'll let him know that you'd call when he's back from his friend's. But listen to me, he's doing great already without you for a year now. Keep sticking round like this will just make things worse. I hope you know what i'm trying to say. Goodbye David" with that, she hung up.

I bet she'll let him know that i've called. It's always been like that. Every time i called, she made excuses; either he's with friends or at school. I miss Alfred and i know he miss me too. Problems were not with Alfred, i'm pretty sure he's okay with me married to a man, then, Lara happens.

Since i came out as pansexual and let my relationship with Simon official, Lara start acting....weird. For the first couple of months, i'd hardly have Alfred with me. I know it's complicated with Alfred's school timing and i understand, maybe during summer break; i have had hope.

But then, i heard that things got worse. Lara moved to America. Ever time i called, she replied me the same "i'll let him call you back when he's home", but never did. With that, she took my boy away from me, again.

Maybe that's better. Better for Alfred if i say away from him so that his friends will never bullied and laugh at him because of his faggot father.

"hey baby, are you crying?" Simon said while softly caressing my cheek.

I opened my eyes and saw his beautiful, with a little hint of worried eyes. I realised that i had my head rested of Simon's lap, sleeping on the sofa in the middle of a busy make-up room. Tears were sipping out of my eye from the memory of my phone call with Lara the previous day.

"No, i'm not crying, my eye hurt" i lied rubbing my eyes "i think i got something here. ounchhh...give me a napkin"

He took out a piece of cloth from my coat pocket and handed me.

"there goes my Mr. Gentleman" i playfully stuck my tongue out and rubbed the tears off my face. I tried my best to hide my pain away.

I saw Amanda and Alesha approaching us and i hurried to get off Simon's lap and went to the washroom. I heard them asking "what's wrong...." to Simon but i don't give a damn right now, i wanna finished this tears off. Her words still hurt.