I'm taking a break from my vampfics, for some onesies! Lol, that's weird, but here's a Riley fic! It's kind of drabbly.
Walking in the streets of Toronto, Riley would grab his father's large hand, grinning so hard his eyes shut. Riley and his father had a strong relationship. Riley's father covered his son's beady eyes, leading him towards an alley. Being released, Riley opened his eyes.
There, in front of him, with his own seven year old eyes, he saw a wheezing homeless man rubbing his knuckles for warmth. Riley gasped, being gripped by his father.
"Son, I want you to do one thing," his father said in a hushed tone. Riley looked up, instantly confused. "What is it, daddy?" Riley asked, biting his index finger. His father leaned closer.
"I want you to save these unfortunate people. Give them a home." he explained, the slight smell of smoke on his breath. Riley chuckled.
"But daddy, I can't save all of them." Riley whined. Mr. Stavros chuckled.
"No but you can give them a home." he explained. Riley pouted.
"I can't build a gazillion houses!" Riley moaned. Riley's father shook his head, pointing at his son's heart.
"That, right there son, in your chest, that is a home." Mr. Stavros said. Riley nodded, determined as a child could be.
From then on, charity was key. Riley built houses, donated clothing, and worked at soup kitchens. But he still felt guilty.
He, Riley Stavros, was a homosexual.
No, he couldn't tell anyone. What good would that bring, unless you enjoy gay jokes? Riley Stavros could never be the man his father was, or the man he wanted to be.
As a seventeen year old Riley washed his car, his father approached.
"Hey kid, whatcha doing?" Mr. Stavros asked. Riley shrugged.
"Just washing my car. I'm heading to the soup kitchen in an hour." Riley explained. His father smiled.
"Atta boy. Now, I'm a bit concerned. You haven't brought a girl home lately-" Riley had heard enough. He ran down De Grassi Street, off the corner of the next block, and into the woods. A man in his twenties, adequately stoned, grinned, showing two black teeth.
"Ey, what's wrong?" he slurred. Riley's breath caught.
"I'm not normal." Riley cried. The guy patted his shoulder, taking a plastic bag out of his pocket, which had white powder in it.
"Wanna forget it?" the guy offered, shaking the bag. Riley took it and ran to the other part of the woods.
"I want to forget." he said slowly to himself, opening the bag. He inhaled, shunning upon his own choice. After the entire bag was gone, he chugged a bottle of water he was carrying. In a matter of seconds, he dropped dead.
Mrs. Stavros cleared her throat, before rearranging the podium.
"Thank you for coming. I could start by saying why we're all here, but I can just say this," Mrs. Stavros started, pointing to a casket. "My son is in there. He didn't even get a second chance. But why?" Mrs. Stavros choked. She took a deep breath, containing herself.
"He did everything under the sun, for other people. Not to make himself happy, not to get into college, just to see the look on someone's face when he told them how important they were. So why didn't god give him a second chance?" Mrs. Stavros cried, pounding the podium. Her husband caught her wrist, leaning over the podium. He spoke gently and darkly.
"Please, a moment of silence," Mr. Stavros requested. "For the one person he didn't save."
Ughh, sorry it was bad, I write Clare/Eli stories. If you think its bad, tell me.
G'Byee!