Sorry that this took so long, I had a lot going on and I had bad writer's block. I'm trying to revise my other story No Matter What Happens so I will be able to post that here too. Hope you like it. And to remind you, I write short Chapters.
It took me two days to get to Bobby's place. I didn't stop anywhere except to places to eat and all of the 'Daddy I gotta go potty's'. We arrive at Singer Salvage about midnight, Conner is out cold in the back holding Harley, his stuffed dog.
I park close to Bobby's truck and get Conner out of the back seat. As I walk to the front door I see a piece of my past gleam in the moonlight. Shit.
I cant believe this is happening, can my life be anymore complicated? Wait I shouldn't say that, I might jinx myself. Oh, well it had to happen sooner or later.
Let's just get this show on the road. Going up the front steps, Conner stirs, "Shh, go back to sleep," I tell him, he lays his head back on my shoulder. The door is right in front of me, I knock once then two more times.
I hear footsteps coming toward the door, the doorknob twists open with the door. He looks at me then at Conner, I unconsciously clutch him tighter. If looks could kill I'd be six feet under.
He stepped aside to let me in the door. I went into the living room, with him following me. He looked me dead in the eye, "Dad, I can explain," I say with a lowered voice, I'm sure that I didn't want anyone else to come down interrogate me.
"You sure as hell will explain where the hell you have been for the past six years!" He roared, "I mean what have you been doing and who is this? He's looking at Conner now.
"He's my son, his name is Conner Dean Winchester, born October 11, 2003, he has baby blue eyes that look just like Mom's. I'm here because my wife, his mother was screwing the f-ing neighbor in our bed while I was at work. Conner was there and she had slapped him so hard on his face, he cried himself to sleep." I felt my eyes welling up with tears, I couldn't let them go, I couldn't show weakness.
Dad was about to say something, but I cut him off, "Oh, but that isn't the best part, she told me that she only married me for money, that the 5 years we spent together were a waste."
I stop rambling and lay Conner down on the couch behind me, he was gonna wake up if I kept talking in his ear. Dad still looks pissed.
"No excuse Samuel, you still should have contacted us…blankets are in the closet, help yourself to the couch." He says walking into the bedroom that was connected to the kitchen.
" What in the hell is going on down here?" A sleep-ridden voice came from atop the staircase.
Hmm….so do you see that little box below this that says 'Review This Story/ Chapter' you should really click on that and shoot some ideas that you would like to see in this story my way. (FYI : I'm not really into making this a really gory, monster ridden story) So there's chapter 2 of Why People Cry.