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Chapter 8: After the good times come the bad.

The phone rang early in the morning, waking up everyone in the house. It rang for what seemed an eternity before Yamato finally grabbed it and answered.

A whisper was all that came out from the exhausted mouth of the golden blond as he said "Hello?". That simple word he would regret for the rest of his life. As he listened to the reply, he recognized his mother and he listened to the awful news she had in store for him and his brother.

"Yamato… It's me. Your mother…I'm calling about your father. He well…he's passed on." Matt distinctively heard a whimper coming from the woman on other end of the line. Although the words came to his mind he just couldn't say them. He didn't understand why he couldn't say the simple 'what happened?'. He just couldn't say it.

When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. But what are you supposed to do or say when somebody tells you that a person to which you held dearly is gone. Death is no lemon for lemonade.

The now widowed woman eased the pain for her son bye telling him not to say anything. And so he didn't.

"I'm not coming back Yamato. I'll be staying here and I'm going to start all over. But don't think that I'm abandoning you both. No matter how harsh or mean I've been on you boys, I want you to know that I'll always love you. Now I have to go…bye!"

The dial tone appeared out of nowhere to hide his mother's voice.

"Who was it babe?" The chocolate eyed wonder asked as soon as the phone touched the receiver.

"My mom." Mat hesitantly responded and he stared wide-eyed into nothingness. "He's dead."

"Who? Your dad's dead?" Taichi got up in a second hearing this and he hugged the blond tightly before asking him if he was okay.

Yamato didn't respond and he walked away without a word. A bit like Tai had done that night Matt had kissed him. Only difference was that Yamato didn't leave the house. He headed towards Takeru's room and he opened the door. All he saw was Daisuke spooning the younger blonde.

"Your father's dead so get up."

What a great way to wake up! His eyes as blue as the sea froze in an instant. Matt became as cold towards anyone and everyone then he was when he was younger.

He started preparing breakfast as fast as he could but without any good results. He was holding back his tears and this was killing him slowly from the inside. He felt soft hands wrap around his waist but reacted poorly.

"Look Tai. I'm not in the mood for your smooches on my neck so back the fuck off!"

"GOD YAMA! You and me, we have to talk. And seriously."

They sat down at the table and Tai said the first words.

"Yama… I'm scared. I'm scared for you. You just don't seem to be the same person I used to know."

"What do you know! You don't even know me… nobody does. Not even my family."

"Oh Yamato, you need to see a shrink. You're not stable. One second you're oh so happy and the next you start throwing knives at me. I really need you to let me into your head so I can understand you."

"I don't need anyone's help." Yamato walked out on the other teen and headed to the room. As he passed by Takeru's room again he butted in and started yelling.

"Get up! Your father is dead. D-E-A-D. I don't know if you understand what I'm saying but your boyfriend's kisses won't bring him back!"

Having said this he got into his own room, emptied every box by throwing them around until he found some clothes to put on. He got dressed and headed out the door. When he got to the street full of friendly neighbors who wanted to say hello, he realized that he wasn't in a neighborhood he was used to.

Yamato just walked around, not knowing where he was going. He looked at the other houses surrounding his own, the trees. He thought 'what an easy life those trees have. Not a worry in it except for a saw or two'. He looked at the people as he walked by them. He never did like people.

The blond walked around until night began to fall. As he saw the sun setting, he imagined his grave and how he would get there. Maybe Tai was right. What if he was unstable. What if every time something made him fall he never wanted to get back up. Maybe it was time to end it all. And that was what he was a bout to do.

He walked to the ledge of the pedestrian overpass and stared down to the boulevard under him. Why go on when the solution is so close.


Just so you know, this chapter was inspired by my real life in the moment. No my dad isn't dead (yet) but he just went over to the hospital today. And yes my life is a living hell hole.

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