A/N: Just a little one-shot about Harper's island. About John Wakefield from just before he died in Sigh.
Don't forget to R+R please and I'm still new to this so any constructive criticism is more then welcome.
Summary:John founds out that his son Henry isn't exactly a chip off the old block.
Disclaimer: I sadly do not own Harper's Island or it's character's, just doing this for fun.
Beta: I don't have it. -__-;
Like Mother Like Son
It all happened so fast and of course it was the last thing I had ever excepted from my own flesh and blood. My son…who I had spent years searching for and once I finally found him had opened his eyes to the truth.
I trained him to be a true Wakefield not a Dunn he was never a Dunn, but after all that I had given him, he had betrayed me. The one person in the world that I truly trusted and loved.
As Henry held me tightly, his knife still embedded into my chest he whispered softly to me, so softly I almost didn't hear him.
"Not her."
I fell to my knees my strength starting to fade fast. I had trained Henry well, we both knew I wasn't going to last much longer. With the last of what little strength I had left I looked up at him, trying to speak, to ask him why.
He was standing over me now, his knife in hand the blade covered in blood…my blood. Our blood.
Was it because Abby was his sister? Did she really mean more to Henry then me? His own father?
As we both looked at each other his eyes full of sorrow which seemed to beg for my forgiveness and understanding. It hit me then as my vision begin to blur and it became that much harder to draw a breath, how much he looked like his mother Sarah.
And just like his mother, he had betrayed me.
Like mother like son I thought bitterly before the darkness overtook me and I knew no more.
The End.
A/N: I know it's kinda messed up but I felt a little bit sorry for John when Henry killed him. Even after everything he did. Thanx for reading.