Star-Crossed

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE.

ALEXANDER

With my mother crying and the police officer here, it didn't take me long to put two and two together.

"Y-Your father died from alcohol poisoning two hours ago." My mother weeped, but she looked like she was trying to keep it together for me.

I knew it from the beginning. I knew it ever since that night when he came for dinner, that he would find some way to leave. Never did I think he would die, but I still knew it.

Just this morning, he was over in this house. I could still see him making funny faces at Layla, and her laughing until she couldn't breathe. I could still see the two of them fake wrestling, and Layla's laughs when she jumped on his stomach.

His last words to me were still fresh in my mind. I'm proud of you son. At that moment, I didn't realize that those words would be the last I heard from him.

Just like Sky's words, I had different parts of me that felt different things.

One part was angry. At my father and at Sky.

Another part of me was in despair. It was like people in my life just decided when they could leave me.

The third part was regretting something. Even if I hated my father with everything I had, I was regretting telling him that I was happy that he came back into our lives.

Since Sky wasn't going to be in my life anymore, I shut off her little voice telling me to touch on those emotions and just stuck to be angry.

All I saw was red when I looked down at my mother.

"Why the fuck are you crying?" I spat.

My mother looked up at me, and her quiet sobs silenced. "W-What?"

"That beggar is out of our lives for good." I continued my attack, wondering how far I would have to go to release that anger in me.

"He's dead, Alexander. Show him some respect." She replied, not angry but still sad.

"Respect? Don't fucking talk about respect!" I shouted. "You don't even have respect for yourself. You continuously kept welcoming back Steven for years, even though he had hurt you. You're pathetic, mom!"

The officer sat up from his chair, his eyes harsh on me.

"You sit the fuck back down." I pointed the officer to the chair.

"It's okay, John." She lightly pushed him back down on the chair. "Alex, I know you're hurt but don't put the blame on me."

"I'm not fucking hurt." I tried to convince her and myself. "And I will put the blame on you because it's your fault. You shouldn't have even let that fucking drug addict come back into our house."

"I thought-" She began but I cut her off.

"You thought what? That Steven would finally change for you? That he would become a father to us and get on one knee to marry you? Wake the fuck up mom, you chose the wrong man to have sex with in fucking high school, and Layla and I will always be products of you being dumb and in love with a man that was never in love with you." I screamed at my mother.