I know, I know, it's been a while and I am sorry, I got a little too involved with my other stories, but I swear I never forgot about this one!!

So here it goes; are we finally getting to see some piece of the real Frank?

10. Outburst number one

"Ryan, you've made it." Frank said happily, relieved that his son, although half an hour too late, had showed up.

"Yep." Ryan stated, Kirsten and Sandy had given him the complete decision, and Ryan had chosen to go, why exactly he did not know, because deep in side, he had realised that although his father was obviously changed for the better, that did not say that he liked him so much, maybe it was because comparing Frank with Sandy was what he got used to doing, and that his father didn't really win, he didn't know. All he did know was that he was glad, that at least one person of his old family seemed to get along with his new family, both Sandy and Kirsten having shown and said that his father was not as bad as anticipated, and that said something.

"All right, well I hired a boat."

"A boat?" Ryan exclaimed, suddenly not that looking forward to this day anymore, him and his father and the sea, that would be all today. He knew what his father was trying to do, fishing was one of the few trips that they used to take, he also remembered Frank's competitive side then, years ago already wanting to win from his sons of six and eight, or a bit older.

"Yeah, we're going fishing, you used to love that." Frank exclaimed, and Ryan wondered who his father was more lying to, his son or himself?

*"I'm so glad Sandy and Kirsten suggested doing this, it's been too long ago." Frank said, a few hours later, as far as Ryan knew they were in the middle of the sea, although luckily he still saw the coast behind him, his father and him had taken out the lines, and Ryan, never being a good fisher, never having liked fishing, had been able to catch exactly nothing, his father a few.

"They did?" Ryan questioned, wondering where the hell they got the idea to go fishing, he himself had, not that he remembered anyway, never talked about fishing, or at least not in the positive sentence.

"Yeah, they wanted to give some time alone." Frank answered and Ryan watched him for a few seconds thoughtful before noticing that he might have caught a fish, finally. Slowly taking the line in his father came over to stand beside him.

"You think you've got a big one?" He asked, while Ryan threw him a questioning look, although by the trouble it gave him to take his line in, knowing already that it was a pretty big one. "All right, why don't you give the line to me, then I'll take him in." Frank said, but Ryan finally having something to do, except staring at the sea and answering his father's questions, and noticing how he seemed to be doing good, continued taking the line in.

"I have it, why don't you take something to put him in." Ryan replied, and although Frank didn't seem to agree he did turn away to get something, while Ryan realised he was coming to the end of his line, and yes, finally a fish appeared, it wasn't as big as he had expected, but that didn't mean that it was at least two times as big as the fish his father had caught, that said, it was also quiet the disgusting fish, as Ryan did not remember what to do exactly he took the line just above the fish in his hand and put his stick down, taking the fish with one hand, and trying the get the hook out of his mouth with the other. The fish, being very much alive was very slippery, and before Ryan could realise what he had done wrong, except doing this above the boat, the fish escaped falling back in the water and swimming away quickly, just at the point where his father came to stand beside him again.

"What the hell are you doing?" He yelled, causing Ryan to almost jump back, but not be so surprised, it was as if he was ten again, having made an extremely terrible mistake of life and death in front of his father's eyes, the only difference was there was no booze with him this time.

"I told you to let me do it." He continued softer, but clearly not that happy anymore, maybe Ryan was wrong, maybe this would never just work out. Doing something with Sandy, and also with the rest, always felt comfortable, full of laughs, where he did not get reminded by the fact that yes, he did not talk as much, people had taken the time to realise that he was not good with words, but that did not mean that they couldn't see how he was feeling. A trip with his new family, went good, even when they argued, discussed or did something wrong. A trip with his father, was stressful, he did not know what to say or do, he felt like a stupid eight-year old, all over again, the only difference was that on former trips with his father, he had not wished to be home, home was just as worse.