Chapter 8

THE PLACE WHERE THE TAXI LEADS UP TO...

Liam's P.O.V

"Matt for the tenth time, why are we in a hospital?" I asked. Matt never said anything, he just walked on until we reached the stroke ward.

"Right, Liam, basically...um, your dad's here." he said, when we reached the ward.

"What...? What d'you mean?"I asked, terribly confused.

"Eric Silason, that's your Dad. Well that's what he says anyway." He replied, in a matter - of - factly manner. Boy, he reallly didn't have experience of breaking big news to people. Elektra looked towards him, then towards me. She seemed to be just as baffled as I was. "OK, Matt, first of all, what the f***? What exactly have YOU got to do with LIAM'S family? Second of all, you could've at least told him earlier? What's with all the suspense? This ain't EastEnders land! And third, is this a blooming joke? Is all this a joke? Or is it just another one of stupid little scams to get rich. I don't why I made the mistake of giving you another chance." Said Elektra, angrily.

"Because we're family remember? And sometimes... when they make stupid mistakes they get forgiven, right?" replied Matt.

"Wow...you should auditon for some cheesy drama, you'll get the part straight away. Just twenty minutes ago you were telling me to get lost and now you're pouring you're heart out? OK, Matt, out with it. What do you want?" Elektra asked.

"I'm trying to pay off some debts. If you really want to know."

"Debts? You're eighteen! Not thirty two!"

"Well believe it or not I have got some. And I've got to pay off the rent."

"OHHKAAY, can we get back to the reason we're in this place in the first place. My 'dad'? I said. They turned to look at me, finally realising that I was still there. Matt sighed, told me to follow him and kept on walking. We went into a room full of patients and stopped until we reached the one right at the end. I could feel my heart thudding underneath my polo shirt. Could this really be my dad? A sickly stroke patient? Or was Elektra right? Maybe this was a trick. Yes a trick. Then I remembered. Eric! So THIS was the guy Matt was talking to at the coldplay concert. Haha, and I thought he was some guy who sold illegal dvds. Maybe that would've been better. I don't think I was ready to meet a new family member.

"Matt, I really don't want to do this, I'm turning back." I mumbled to him, just as he was about to draw away the curtain to reveal my possible new kin. I felt horribly sick, and the stench of disinfectant really wasn't helping.

"Matt, is that you? Who's... with you?" Asked a strong scottish accent from behind the curtain. Matt pulled the curtain away before I had the chance to run. There, a tall but fragile looking man lay on the bed. He had facial features that matched mine, like my nose, lips and eyes. It was almost like looking into a mirror. So he really was my father. He stared at me intently, then eyed me up and down. I expected him him to burst into tears of joy and hold out his arms at me and say something like, "Och, I can't believe it! My own son! Come here lad! What happened to you all these years?". But he didnt do any of these things. He just looked at Matt and smiled, his eyes shining, like he expected for his long lost son to come to him suddenly.

"Um, so you're my dad? Err.. Hi?" I said, just before running out the hospital as fast as I could to be sick in the behind the carpark and into the gutter.

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