Chapter 11

I'm Your Father

The air was crisp and the breeze gentle. The leaves stained the ground as Junior walked home from the bus stop. He was excited it was fall break. That meant he could sleep in and just relax. His mind was clear, not really paying attention to much going on around him. The neighborhood was dead beaten anyhow. Three neighbors of theirs had moved in one month due to landlord issues and everyone was at work around this time anyways. This overwhelming feeling swept over him suddenly. He felt this strange presence behind him. He turned noticing a tall man in a brown trench coat. He had sandy brown hair and was wearing black shades.

Junior gave him a confused looked. Who was this man? Moose smiled warmly waving. "Hi, how are you on this lovely day?" He asked, but Junior didn't answer. He had no clue as to who this man was, so why talk to him. He turned walking a slight bit faster than before. "Where ya going boy? You're not going to say hi…to your…father?" He did not just play that card did he?

Junior stopped dead in his tracks, processing what he had just heard. Moose was his father? The tests proved that he wasn't, and they were right. Mousse was not this child's father in any way. Moose didn't believe it though; he had always thought he was the father. Junior turned to face him.

"What exactly do you mean you're my father? My dad is Cody Martin. Why are you playing this game with me?" Junior asked.

"Honestly son, why would I lie to you? How would I have known you? I am your father." Moose spoke sourly. He placed his hand upon J.'s shoulder. J. shook his head scooting him hand off of him and backed away cautiously. He scrunched his nose, getting angry.

"You will never be my father." He spat at the mysterious man. He glared at him with despising eyes. These words ran through Moose like a fire spreading in an open field. He was enraged at his response. He just wanted a polite conversation, but now he had asked for it. Junior was now a ways down the street. Only a few more streets until he was home. He wanted to be his is sons life, but how could he while staying hidden. He was a fugitive.

Moose didn't care anymore. He wasn't going to waste his time thinking and planning anymore. He was just going to go with his instinct. He snuck up behind Junior grabbing him. He placed his hand over his mouth, while he kicked and screamed, trying to break free. His grasp was too strong. Moose didn't have any transportation, so he did the quickest thing that came to mind. He found an unlocked vehicle and threw him in the back seat. He hotwired the car quickly driving away into the city. What was he thinking. Where was he going to be able to hide? Would Junior be okay?