Warning: mentions of past child abuse, scars, burn scars, alcohol.
Chase was laying on the couch, bottles of beer scattered around him, his grey shirt smelt of spilled beer. He lay there on the couch, sobbing drinking a bottle of Jameson down, hiccuping here and there.
“Chase! Vhat are you doing!?” Schneep snapped as he stormed in, snatching the bottle away from him.
“J-Just let me have this doc.” Chase sobbed, rolling off of the couch hitting the floor with a loud thud. “It'ssss all I deserve.”
“I am not letting my own son vaste his life avay by drinking!” He snapped throwing the bottle into the trash.
“I didn’t stop you from drinking when you had your divorce!” Chase snapped, trying to lift his head.
Schneep froze, staring off, clenching his fists. He wanted to turn around and snap at him but he kept his cool. Chase was just drunk and hurt.
“B-But I guess you and-and I are not that different.” He whispered, leaning back. “Like father like son right dad?”
“Zhat's it. You are getting a bath.” The doctor growled, grabbing his arm and throwing it over his shoulder. “You reak of alcohol.”
“B-but I want to-.”
“No more drinking or you’re grounded.” He snapped, helping him to the bathroom.
Schneep sat Chase on the toilet, turning on the bathwater, before turning around, watching as Chase tries to take off his shirt but failing miserably, he was so drunk. Schneep rolled his eyes as he took a hold of his shirt. “I got it!” He snapped, making him lift his arms, as he pulled the shirt off. “Not get-.”
Schneep froze, noticing something on his shoulder. It… looking like marks in the shape of holes. He then slowly reached up, touching his shoulder, before moving him slightly to look at his back. He then gasped, pulling away, finding that there were countless marks in his back along with what looked to be… wip marks. “Chase… vhat are zhese?”
Chase looked behind his back rather drunkenly. “That'ssss from my r-real dad.” He slurred, trying to lift his head. “He… didn’t… didn’t h-have an ashtray.”
Schneep backed away, covering his mouth, tears falling from his eyes. His… His own father… why would he-?
“M-My dad didn’t like me when m-mom died,” Chase whispered. “H-He would tell m-me that y-you know... That it was my fault.” Chase chuckled, tears starting to fall from his eyes. “He… He wished th-that I w-was dead.” He started to sob into his hands, shaking his head. “M-maybe he was right… I am better off-.”
“No, no please don’t say zhat,” Schneep whispered taking Chase’s hands. “It’s not true. You are an amazing fazhea and a loving brozhea… and zhe best son a person could ask for.”
“B-but… my dad-.”
“I’m not talking about zhat asshole,” Schneep whispered. “I am more of your dad zhan he ever vas. He doesn’t deserve you… hell… I don't deserve you as my son. After how rude I’ve been in zhe past.” He whispered shamefully, looking at the ground. He then shook his head holding Chase’s hands tightly. “But I promise zhat I vill be zhere for you… and never harm you in any vay.”
Chase stared at the doctor for the longest time, tears streaming down his face as he pulled the doctor into a hug, sobbing into his shoulder. “I-I'm sorry.” He whimpered, shaking his head. “I-I’m so s-sorry for mentioning the divorce. I-I didn’t m-mean it.”
“It’s okay Sohn,” Schneep whispered, rubbing his back. “I forgive you.”
“I… I love you dad.” Chase whimpered, closing his eyes sniffling.
Schneep smiled as he hugged Chase close. “I love you too Sohn.”
