To Be A Father
"Peter. Wake up, I know you're up." King said. I continued to pretend to sleep, not wanting him to talk to me. I felt sad…sad that I carried around this secret. It was deep and dark and it felt like even at this moment, it was showing.
I heard him sigh and then he said, "Well, I guess I'll have to do this the old fashioned way…"
I listened as he unclicked his boots. Oh no. He is not going to do what I think he's going to do. He was going to put his foot in my face and suffocate me until I woke up.
"I DID just get back from training so this shouldn't smell too good…" I heard him say.
"OKAY, OKAY! I'm up, I'm up! See!" I yelled as I kicked off the blanket. I looked over to see King laughing hysterically.
"Ha ha! That one works EVERY time! Ha ha ha!" he said. I rolled my eyes ah he patted me on the head. As he sat down on my bed next to me, I rested my head against his shoulder, feeling emotionally tired. Truth was, my secret wasn't all that shameful. It was just that I felt embarrassed to be considering King as my father. I felt like he was replacing my natural father.
I'm sure my father wouldn't mind though, since he was no longer alive. Many people considered me to be the typical eighteen year old teenager, drama being the center of my life. Everybody except King thought of me that way. I have to admit, I'm always depressed but that was because I was born with a chemical inbalance. It just seems like my life was destined to be this way. It's like King and I were always meant to be friends.
After Ogre killed my family, I had nobody. But then, King changed all that. Now I have him as my father figure, my role model and hero.
"What's the matter Pete? You've been quiet ever since we got back from the tournament. Are you still mad about losing?" King said. I sat up straight now, letting my back rest against the wall as I thought about what to say.
"No. I mean don't get me wrong, that sucked, but that's not why I'm upset." I replied.
"Well…then what is it?" he asked me. I sighed before replying.
"Well, it's just…I miss…I miss my dad, and the rest of my family." I said. King shifted a bit in his spot, the only reply coming from him being "oh".
"Not that you're not a good father, but you know how it is. After you lose someone that close, it's…it's just not easy." I managed to say while pushing back tears. King put his hand on my shoulder and smiled.
"You don't have to replace him you know. I'm just here to take care of you for him." He said.
I thought for a little bit about what he said, and then I realized something. This was just the way things were meant to be.
"You know King, I think we were always supposed to be close. It just turned out that fate had a weird way of putting us together."
King laughed at my statement and I felt better. Standing up, I pulled King off the bed and said, "C'mon, let's go play tennis! You still never took me:)"
I took off running out of the house.
"Hey wait up!" I heard King yell from behind me. Somehow, deep down inside…I knew things would be okay.