Super Lost

'Credulous Confessions'

"You should have told me?" My tone mirroring his usual indignant one, exasperated by his revelation. "What? That Mom was a superhero? She died sacrificing herself just for you to lie to me that she left us! Where did you even go?" My voice cracking as it attempted to hold the suffocating impact of my emotions spilling out. "You were gone for a whole year after she..." I drew in a sharp breath, preparing myself to vent my frustrations.

"Kraig I-" He started, only to have me cut him off.

"A WHOLE FUCKING YEAR! You left me in that crazy house for a whole year! They said I could leave after two months!" My voice was deteriorating as my rant shot out, my hateful glare beginning to dampen as my eyes swelled with tears.

"Son..." He began calmly, waiting my response. His eyes filled with concern, almost indistinguishable.

I lower my head, reaching to my hair, however instead of pulling I only card my shaking fingers through. As I close my eyes, I feel the warm stream of tears. "Were you ever planning on telling me? or just hoped nothing would happen?" I was hurt, no easier way to claim it. I felt as if I was about to explode with rage, my chest tightening.

"Listen, I didn't want you to know what she was." He drew in a long breath before continuing. "Having those powers brought both her and I nothing but pain...Watching her come home after every fight covered in blood, both hers and theirs... She would spend weeks in the hospital, people always assumed I did it..." His frown deepened as he shook his thoughts away. "I asked her to stop, not just for me but for you. There were others like her still breaking the law, fighting as a vigilante for those who didn't want it. Our President said it himself, people were ungrateful for those kinds of sacrifices." He looked inside the moving box, scanning his belongings. His voice dipped in tone at that last statement, leaving an unsettled swirl in my stomach.

"I know it's illegal to have this... It's considered contraband... but I couldn't bring myself to throw it out." His words winding guilt out of me like reeling a fish from water, his words sounding true. "After her last fight I did look for her, her body I mean. But all I could find was her mask..." His eyes began to widen as his words slowed, moving files around before looking towards me.

"you shouldn't have it..." He declared with warning; words tainted with hypocrisy.

"but you're th-" I paused, confused by his statement. The mask was still inside the envelope from last night. So, he didn't plant it?

"Fine... But hide it good... Don't tell anyone about this, or who knows what could happen." He huffed out as he repacked his items, stuffing the moving box into the back corner of his closet to lay hidden under the wool. My head glued to him, noting there was no apology following his confession. His eyes returning to size me up and down.

"I see you've developed some changes..." His underlying judgmental tone hidden by fake curiosity, a common habit of his about anything regarding me.

I nod, glancing at my arms. "Yeah... a few things..." I let out, though cautioned from my inability to read my father's next action.

He shakes his head, his face hidden by his small hands. "I don't want to know."

I scoff at him, rolling my eyes. Of course, he doesn't.

"So, another 'don't ask, don't tell'. You're just great at suppression." I retort, as sassy as ever, disbelieving his uninterest.

"Just keep it to yourself... It's one thing to bust your horrid friends out of juvie, but no money can pay your freedom if they catch you." He warned, shooting me with his critical stare knowing full well what I was referring too, however he chose a different path, my 'heinous criminal' past.