𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚢 ~ 𝚠𝚑𝚘'𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢?

Chapter 13

~Becky's P.O.V~
Me and Jack walked out of the store with the bags in the trolley. I was sitting at one end reading the paper while Jack was pushing it.

"What does it say?" He asked out of breath.

"It just says that two people my Dad had sex with have died of AIDS, one of them has just recently become ill."

"Right, okay. But that doesn't mean your dads got it." He said. I just ignored him. He's right, but there's still a chance he could, and I wanna be on the safe side.

We made it out the car park and I jumped out the trolley, still clutching the newspaper close to my chest.

We got the bags and set off for the house, thought of Dad still travelling though my mind.

When we got to the house, Dad and Jim were sitting on the couch, watching TV.

"Hello," Jack said closing the door.

"Hi," they both said. Jim turned the telly off and Dad got up, I quickly shoved the paper up my top so he didn't see.

"What did you just put up your top?" Dad asked pointing to it.

"Nothing..." I said. He smirked and grabbed hold of me and pushed me on the sofa, snatching the paper out from my shirt. The smile disappeared from his face as he read the headline.

He gulped and looked at Jim, who was standing looking confused. He sniffed and put the paper down.

"Could you two give us a minute?" Dad asked. Jack nodded and kissed my head, then ran upstairs. Jim stood looking scared and confused, he doesn't know what's happening, but still listened to Dad and followed Jack upstairs.

"Becky..." Dad put his hand on my knee and looked at his lap.

"Dad, don't. I don't wanna know." I stood up and wiped my eyes, looking out the window. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into a tight hug.

"Becky. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for you to find out like this." I cried into his shoulder and squeezed him tightly.

"So it's true?" I asked. Hoping that somehow this was all a misunderstanding.

"Yes. It's true."

"Oh, Dad. I love you so much." I said. He sniffed and began crying.

"I love you too, Becky."

He let go and looked at me, signalling for me to sit down.

"Go on." He said.

"Huh?"

"Ask away. I'm sure you have questions."

I nodded and sat next to him, grabbing hold of his hand and squeezing tightly.

"When did you find out?" I asked.

"Last year,"

"And you didn't tell me."

"Yes, because I didn't want to put you through this. You're doing your exams next year, these are the most important years of your life. I didn't want to ruin them."

I nodded and got up.

"Is that it?" He asked.

"Who'd you get it from?"

"I'm not sure."

I nodded and walked upstairs, where Jim and Phoebe were in Dads room. Jim was crying and Phoebe was comforting him. As much as I love Jim, I couldn't go in and see him cry. It'd make me cry, then dad would come up and cry, and then Phoebe would cry. I just can't do it. It's all too much.

This time yesterday everything was normal, Jack was being a dick and Dad was being overprotective. Jim was being Jim and Phoebe was being my best friend. And now today, Jacks being nice, Jim's isn't being Jim, Phoebe isn't being my best friends and my Dad's dying.

Mine and Jacks bedroom door was almost closed, Jack was on the phone.

I know I shouldn't listen in on his phone calls, but I deserve to listen after all the shit I'm going through.

"Yeah, Becky's Dads got AIDS as well." I heard him say. I'm guessing he's talking to his Dad.

"I know," he laughed. "Fucking queer."

I was speechless. Jack can be horrible at times, but I didn't expect him to say that. I closed the door so he knew I was listening and ran downstairs and out the door.

I take back what I said about him being nice. I knew it wouldn't last long.

"Becky?!" Dad yelled out the door. I just carried on walking. "BECKY!"

What did I just do? I literally walked out. I can't go back now. I'm too far ahead.

I walked across the street and down the steps to a bench that overlooked the lake. It's beautiful. For a moment I forgot everything that was going wrong in my life. Until it all came at me like a truck. I sat and cried, hugging my knees into my chest.

I don't know how long I was sitting there, but when I looked back up it was clouding over.

I didn't actually realise how cold it was either. I mean, it is two days before Christmas.

When I finally stopped crying, I looked at the lake. It's beautiful, Dad's favourite place in the world.

"BECKY!" I turned and saw Dad standing with Jim, Phoebe, Jack and some policemen. Did he actually call the police? He's so dramatic.

He ran over to me and hugged me tightly. I looked at Jack, who turned around when I made eye contact with him. I hope his fucking ashamed of himself. Calling my father names like that. I wouldn't imagine calling anyone that, especially if they were my partners father.

The police dropped us off home and Dad didn't let go of my hand.

It's been a very eventful day today. Quite possibly the worst of my life.