"Kurt! Kurt please come back!" Georg rushed out of the lodge to try and stop his son from making a terrible mistake.
Upon hearing his father's voice, Kurt just continued on his way. Once he was at the door of the taxi he had planned on getting in and not looking back. But he couldn't help but steal one last glance. When he turned his head, though, he did not see the von Trapp lodge. Instead, his father came into view and hurried to obstruct his path from getting into the taxi.
"Kurt don't do this, please. I'm begging you." Georg let all of his emotions out in one breath. He was a little winded sprinting all the way from the dining room.
"Give me one solid reason to stay here, father. One good excuse to prevent me from getting into this car and never coming back here again." Kurt crossed his arms and looked his father square in the eyes. He doesn't have anything. He's just trying to come out as the hero in the situation. Kurt felt a small smile creep over his face. He knew that his father wouldn't be able to think of something good to keep him in Vermont.
Georg looked at his son upon hearing his request and then he looked back at Maria who had followed now as she stood on the porch looking at the two von Trapp men. And then he looked back at Kurt and sighed.
"I didn't think so." Kurt then turned to get into the back seat of the taxi.
"You want one good reason to stay? I'll give you one then….I love you Kurt. Although I may have not shown it in your youth and adolescent years, I whole-heartedly love you. You are by far an even better gentleman than I thought I could raise. I mean….just look at you. Never in a million years would I have guessed you would stand up to me the way you have these past few months. Please stay with us. We all need you….I need you."
The whole time Georg was speaking Kurt's back was to him, so the Captain was unable to see his son's reaction to what he had said. But then, as if the impossible had happened, Kurt turned around and smiled at his father. He had tears in his eyes. Never in his life had Georg von Trapp told his son, Kurt, that he loved him. Yes he had told him he cared for him and Kurt knew that, but he had never actually spoken those words to him.
"You really meant all that? You think I'm a gentleman?" He was in utter disbelief. Or a better word was absolute shock. Ever since he was a boy, Kurt had been vying for his father's approval and love and affection. Now, at eighteen years old he had finally won it.
"I meant every word that I said, yes. You are a true gift from above, you know that? Will you stay here with all of us?" It didn't take more than five seconds for Kurt to wrap himself in his father's arms. And there he held on to him like a young, newborn child grabbing onto his father for the first time. "I'm so proud of you, son."
"I love you too, father." Kurt's knuckles were white from grasping his father but he didn't mind. He had accomplished his goal; succeeded in his mission: he had made his family into the loving and whole component that it once had been.
Well I know it has been a while but I've been busy with this thing called college! I'm all settled in now and cannot wait to get the rest of this story out for you all. Let me know what you think of this installment…and remember I love reviews so use the button at the bottom! J