I turned off the truck and snuck in the back door, so far no signs of life. I crept up the stair, nearly having a heart attack when the floor squeaked. I could see the light coming from underneath my room door, I can't remember if I turned the lights off when I left of not. Reaching for the door knob my heart was pounding, I could feel the blood trying to pulse out my leg, keeping a constant flow of pain in me. He was there, my father, sitting on my bed with my journal beside him. I swear my face turned white, he more than likely read my journal, I write everything in it, even things about the drugs and drinking I would have never thought somebody would read it besides me.
"Benjamin Levi, come here" he said in a surprisingly soft tone, I respected him to a point…because he's my father but at times I wish I didn't know him. I crossed the room slowly trying not to limp.
"I guess we need to talk, am I right?" I knew it was coming
"We do son, we do. But first off, what happened to your leg?"
"I caught it on the fence, it's nothing really" I said, covering the bloodied rip in my jeans with my hand as I sat down. He gave me a skeptical look but didn't say anything.
After a little bit my father broke the silence "Why did you hide it from me, Ben?"
"You read it didn't you" gesturing to the book, avoiding the question.
"I did"
"What happened to respecting another man's property? I'm not a boy, Dad" I didn't say 'Dad' on a loving way, I felt like yelling and destroying something, I felt like I was ready to explode.
"I'm your father Ben; I have the right to see what's going on in my son's life. I rarely get to see you any more, every time I see you, you've gotten older, grown taller, matured. I wanted to be there seeing you grow up, but that's not reality." he paused for a moment"What about all of those girls?"
"What about them?"
"Did you have any love for them or were they just to 'get your mind off of things'" he asked, quoting me from my journal
"To love is to destroy, everything I ever loved was destroyed. I don't love anything or anybody."
"What about your two sisters, don't you love them?"
"I care for them but I will not love them, I don't want to hurt them"
"So, you don't love your sisters, you don't love all your girlfriends-"
I cut him off"THERE NOT MY GIRLFRIENDS! You try to understand me but you never will, you can't so don't even try"
"I do understand you, Ben, I may not be a dhampir but, I was just like you. I used to drink, I wish I had told you before you got hooked too." He paused, probably expecting me to say something, but I stayed quite "Your uncle, you know he died a few years back, nobody ever told you from what"
"No, they didn't think I could handle it, but killing is my job, it won't faze me."
"Yes…He died of kidney failure, he was a heavy drinker and he only had a lung and a half because all of the smoking tobacco. Ben, you're a healthy young man, I don't want you to die early. What if you took to many pills, you know what could happen."
"I do know, but sometimes it's easier to not think about it."
"Well, you know what; you need to start thinking about your actions and the side effects because I don't want to bury because of stupidity." After that, he got up and left. Surprisingly sleep came easy, I'm going to have to figure out something to do with my leg, how am I going to heal if I'm training. Life sucks, sometimes I just want it to end…
Yeah…I know that was short, but I was kinda crucial part to the story…