From The Other Side of Town
A High School Musical fanfiction
By Aryal Stone
Prologue
"No! No you can't take him!" He moves to the right, the couch making a faint squeaking sound due to being made out of leather. His hands curl and uncurl inti fists, heart pounding fast. The nightmarish memory taking control and gripping him by the claws. "Please-he's mine! Let go of him!"
"Mama!" he yells, pressing his hands on the glass of the police car as the door is shut. Tears streaming down his face as his brown hair is wild and untamed in curls around his ears. "I want...my...mama..."
He kicks the blanket off himself, trying to make himself smaller and keep his screams to himself. The last time his memories plagued him, he woke up the neighbors next door and the people who have been sheltering him for months now are good God fearing people, he won't get them evicted.
Especially when they have a baby on the way, "mama!"
His friend Vic is looking to start some new school soon, he promised that he would go with him. It's supposed to be in a neighborhood that is real highend and classy.
You know, a rich neighborhood.
He has to keep from screaming. He has to get a goodnight sleep.
Big day tomorrow, Vic's dad had said. Big day because he might even try to get him into school as well. He just looked down and said nothing, he has no interest in school because he would just get taken away again.
However, it still stands. Big day tomorrow.
Big day.
...
There is a lot of things that he regrets in life. A lot of things.
Not stepping up when his daddy passed away, leaving his mama to do it all. Getting into fights and drugs at school, tearing up his grandmama's bible and started screaming at the ceiling.
Yeah...there's a lot of things he regrets.
When his girlfriend had gotten pregnant, he had been ecstatic. Gotten two jobs- one was (slightly) illegal and the other was working at a carwash. He was doing okay.
He was getting ready to support his child.
"I'm leaving, Daniel. And I'm taking our son with me."
"You can't do that." he hadn't even yelled, unlike his daddy, when Daniel was upset or hurt, he didn't yell. He whispered; as if wanting to grab on to something and hang on to it. He had watched her walk out with his son.
"Are you sure this is him?" His lawyer asks, Daniel coughs; trying clear the mucus that settled in his lungs and throat; he nods. Grabbing a paper his friend had given him, he looks at the photograph.
His son grew up. "I want to see him."
His lawyer sighs, running a chubby hand over a balding head. Normally, he would wear suits, but Daniel requested a more casual look.
"Daniel," he closes his briefcase. "In your condition-"
"That has no bearing on it!" he yells, well more so raising his voice as loud as it can go before he erupts in a coughing fit. His lawyer sighs, shaking his head as he stands up from an uncomfortable blue hardback chair.
Daniel leans back on his pillows. The hospital has the worst service imaginable; worst than the most disgusting hotels. "It's not a request ...he has. A. Choice." He says between coughing fits.
"I'll let him know, you get some rest."
Nodding, Daniel wheezes once amd closes his eyes. Praying that he gets to see his son, wondering what kind of man he's becoming.