Chapter 8: The Wicked Truth

The day Alec had been waiting for has finally arrived, the day of the wedding. Alec was in a nice little room, decorated with delicate black and white pictures and old paintings over pale beige paint and wooden floor panels. This was the room Alec was getting ready in.

There was a light knock on the wooden door and then silence so Alec left it a while, waiting to see if there was another knock, there was a more urgent one too. Alec slowly glided to the door thinking that it was Magnus. As soon as he opened the door he was disappointed but tried to hide it because at the door was his dad, Robert.

Robert and Alec hadn't spoke since Maryse, Alec's mother had dragged Robert to the café where Magnus proposed. Robert was against Alec and Magnus being together and sometimes Alec thought it was because he couldn't stand to see his son happy, but he knew it had to be something more, perhaps Robert was homophobic.

"Son, I think we need to have a little chat." Robert said in his rough but caring voice, somehow Alec knew it was important.

"Of course father, come in." Alec Said while stepping back and sweeping his hand gesturing Robert inside. His father walked in to the small room and sat down in the cream leather arm chair by the widow, looking out at the city. Alec took in a deep breath and asked "So what do you want to talk about?" Alec wasn't going to show it but he was really nervous about the wedding that was happening in a couple of hours and the last thing he wanted was a long heart to heart with his father who hated what he was.

"Oh yeah, um, are you happy? I mean do you really want to do this? Devoting yourself to someone who won't grow old with you. Just imagine 60 years from now you two will be walking down the street and everyone will think you're his dad or even his granddad. Do you really want that? And think of the Lightwood family name! You can't carry that on so it will die out!" Robert urged on trying to talk Alec out of it and not for the first time either.

"I am happy, happier than I have ever been! I do want to do this; don't you want to see me happy? Isn't me being happy the most important thing?" Alec said in a cracked voice, trying to contain his anger.

"Yes it is but don't you feel it's a bit rushed?"

"No I am happy, we are happy! Everyone's happy except you! Why can't you accept it, I am gay and I am getting married in a couple of hours!"

"But please reconsider the…."

"NO!" Alec closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm him self, the air smelt like petrol fumes and cigarette smoke.

"Alec, please!" Robert was getting up out of the chair and was reaching out to Alec who pulled away. "Argh, fine be that way! I did not help Camille to kidnap you just for you to do what you please anyway!" as soon as Robert said it he quickly slapped his hand around his mouth as if to push the words back in and pretend he never said them, but it was too late.

"YOU DID WHAT?" that was the last straw Alec had finally lost his temper and pushed over a pink vase with pretty little flowers around the base, the vase smashed to a thousand pieces around their feet.

"I-I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to say that, its just I didn't want you to go ahead with this and then Camille came to me and said she wanted the same thing as me and.."

"GET OUT! GET OUT NOW!" Alec screamed in his fathers face.

"But.." Robert started to speak but Alec had had enough and swung for him, hitting Robert right in the face. Robert stumbled back and bumped into the dressing table, knocking it over. This started a huge fight between them which involved a lot of shouting and screaming.