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Spike's POV:

The next morning, I got up at 6:30, willingly. I mean, it's the only time I get to call my dad.

The home where he's staying has a strict policy on phone calls at all hours.

I picked up the phone, and I dialed the number. "Hello? Who are you calling for?"

"I'm calling for Michael Hammersmith. Mike. I'm his son, Spike."

"I'll ring his room." Within seconds, I could hear my dad's voice.

"Spike? Is that you?"

"Yes, sir. It's me. How are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling good. How about you? Still dating Becky?"

I smiled. "I am, yes sir. How's your progress been going?"

"Thanks for asking about it," Dad said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. "It's been going good. The nurse says I'm improving tremendously."

"That's good. When do you think you'll be able to come back home?"

"It's hard to tell. I don't want to come back too early and start drinking again." He sounded like he regretted the fact he would drink then hit me. "I'll stay for as long as they say I need to."

I understood what he meant. "It looks like you won't be coming home for some time, doesn't it."

Dad sighed. "It does, it really does. I'm sorry about this whole thing. I wish it never happened, but it did and I can never take back all the things I did and said. I just hope that one day you'll forgive me for all of the things that I did."

I smiled. "Dad, I've already forgave you. The second you decided to get a therapist, I've forgiven you."

Dad sniffled on the other line. "I'm so happy that you've forgiven me. I'll try my best to be healed and back home in no time."

"I'll count the days until you're back home." I looked at the clock, which read 9:40. "Well, I need to go. But I'll call you again whenever I get the chance."

"Ok, talk to you later, son. Miss you." Those two words made the tears fall.

"I miss you too, Dad." I hung up the phone then went into the kitchen.

Mr. and Mrs. Murphy had already left for work and it was just Murphy and I. "Who were you talking to, Hammersmith? Your little girlfriend?" Murph teased me.

"No, I was talking to my dad."

Murph frowned. "Oh, sorry. How's he doing?"

"He says he's doing pretty good. He definitely wishes he's back home with me."

"That's good. I'm glad he's doing good. It'll take some time for him to get back to his normal self. The one that doesn't drink or beat his son half out of his damn mind."

"Yeah, I can't wait for that to be true. But honestly, I can't remember the last time that he didn't beat me. I feel like it's been happening for years."

"Since when? Since you were 10 or earlier than that?"

I considered that for a minute or two. "Probably since I was 10, when we moved here. He started drinking daily after we lost the football game."

"I just hope that he gets nice and healed up and he can come back home." Murphy said.

"Yeah, same here." I said, as I started walking back towards our room.

"Where are you going?" Murphy asked, as he ate some of his cereal.

"I'm going to call Becks and tell her how my dad is doing." I shut the door behind me and dialed in her number.


Mike's POV:

I sat in my room, which was empty and barren, other than the bed and few other things.

I sat, wishing and dreaming that I wouldn't have even touched alcohol. But I did and I can't take that back. I'm the one that made the mistake.

I can never take it back. Suddenly, out of nowhere, my door opens and one of the nurses is standing there.

"Someone's calling for you. Says his name is Spike."

I grabbed the phone next to my bed, kind of blanking on what to say. "Spike? Is that you?"

Then I heard my son's voice on the other side of the line. "Yes sir. It's me. How are you feeling?"

I'm thankful that someone still cares enough to call me whenever they get the chance to. Mainly because where I'm staying, they'll only let you call first thing in the morning.

"I'm feeling good. How about you? Still dating Becky?" I knew he smiling as I asked that question. He always smiles when Becky's brought into the conversation.

"I am, yes sir. How's your progress been going?"

My heart warmed as he asked me all of these questions. "Thank you for asking about it." I was honestly so relieved that he actually wanted to talk about how I was doing. "It's been going good. The nurse says I'm improving tremendously."

"That's good. When do you think you'll be able to come back home?"

I considered the fact that I wanted to go home, but I 100% knew that I wasn't ready. "It's hard to tell. I don't want to come home too early and start drinking again. I'll stay for as long as they say I need to."

I had a feeling he got what I was saying. "It looks like you won't be coming home for some time, doesn't it." He said, and it's true.

"It does, it really does. I'm sorry about this whole thing. I wish it never happened, but it did and I can never take back all the things I did and said. I just hope that one day, you'll forgive me for all of the things I did."

"Dad, I've already forgiven you. The second you decided to get a therapist, I've forgiven you."

Tears formed in my eyes and I sniffled. "I'm so happy that you've forgiven me. I'll try my best to be healed and back home in no time."

"I'll count the days until you're back home." And this time, I knew that he really meant it. "Well, I need to go. But I'll call you again whenever I get the chance."

"Ok, talk to you later, son. Miss you." And I meant that.

"I miss you too, Dad." Then he hung up.

As I put the phone back down on its receiver, I laid down on my bed and stared up at the ceiling, just now noticing the mold on it.

I put my head down on my pillow and fell asleep.


Becky's POV:

I woke up, due to the light, shining down on my face and eyes. I yawned as I got up.

I checked my alarm clock, which stated that it was only 9:30. Oops, I got up a little late, I thought sheepishly.

I stumbled into the kitchen, and I saw Junior sitting at the kitchen table. I slid into the chair next to him. "Good morning." He smiled at me.

I mumbled something that sounded like "good morning", but he gave me a weird look. "You ok?"

"Mmhm. Just tired." I wonder what we have for breakfast. "Did you leave me some cereal?"

"No, sorry. But there's a new box of Cocoa Pebbles in there. You can just eat that, you know, if you want to."

I got up and walked towards the cabinet and opened it. I pulled out the brand new box of Cocoa Pebbles.

I grabbed a bowl and poured the cereal then the milk and I grabbed a spoon. I took my seat at the table and started to eat my cereal, but then the phone rang.

"I'll get it." Junior jumped up from his chair and answered it. "Hello? Yeah, I'll get her for you. Becky, it's for you."

"Who is it?" I grabbed it out his hand.

"It's Spike." And those two words, made my heart skip a beat.

"Hello?"

"Becks! I'm calling to let you know how my dad is doing. I got to talk to him today, so I thought I'd call and let you know."

"Oh, how's he been doing? I've been wanting to hear from you about him."

"You have?" He spoke in a shocked tone, like he couldn't believe it. "Really?"

"Really," And I meant it. "How's he doing so far?"

"He says that he's improving a lot, but he doesn't think he should come home yet. I won't argue with him, he needs to come back on his own time, no one can make him come back."

"Yeah, I get it. You just want to make sure he's got all the drinking and carrying on out of his system before he comes back. I get it."

"I'm glad that you and your dad care about us. Did you know that your dad calls mine a lot to ask him how he's doing and how he feels about everything?"

No, I didn't," This was news to me, but my dad is a caring person. I mean, he's the one who helped Spike's dad get to where he is now. "I bet you'll be glad when he gets back. As long as he doesn't drink and deck you out again."

That got a laugh from him. "Geez, Becks, you sure do always know just what to say, don't you?"

"You got it, dude." I said, quoting my favorite tv show character, Michelle Tanner, from Full House.

"Oh, hey, I've got to go, but I promise, I'll call you later or even tonight, we just might go somewhere later."

"Whatcha got planned?"

"You'll just have to wait and see." I grinned and I knew he was too.

"Ok, well, bye. Love you."

"Love you too, Becks. You'll never know how much." That made butterflies beat against my rib cage.

Then he hung up the phone and I went back into the kitchen. I sat down at the table, about to eat my cereal, but I realized that it was soggy, so I had to dump it.

I went into the living room and turned on the tv. Suddenly, I heard the front door open and I saw my dad come walking in. Patty or the twins nowhere in sight. "Dad? Where's Patty and the twins?"

"They're in the car. I had to make a call, so we came back. But after I get through with this call, we're going."

"Who are you calling?" I was really curious.

"Mike. Just to check up on him." Then my dad picked up the living room phone and dialed in a number.


Danny's POV:

Patty and I went into town, just to pick up a few things, but halfway to the grocery store, I realized I had to make a call.

I call weekly, sometimes daily, to call and check up on Mike Hammersmith, to see how he's progress is doing.

I pulled into driveway and jumped out of the door. I turned to Patty. "I won't be too long. Maybe 5 or 10 minutes, at the most 15."

"It's ok. Just be quick about it, if you don't mind."

I ran inside the front door, to see Becky, sitting on the couch, watching tv. "Dad? Where's Patty and the twins?" She asked.

"They're in the car. I had to make a call, so we came back. But after I get through with this call, we're going."

"Who are you calling?" She sounded quite curious.

"Mike. Just to check up on him." I picked up the phone and dialed the number that he gave me before he left.

"Hello? Who are you calling for?"

"Mike Hammersmith. My name is Danny O'Shea."

"Ok, I'll tell him you are calling."

Within a few minutes, I could his voice on the other side of the line. "Hello, Danny?"

"Hi, Mike. How's everything going?"

"My therapist says I'm improving tremendously, but I don't think I'm ready to come home, just yet."

"Yeah, of course. Take your time. After all, you need time to heal, a lot of time."

He snorted. "You got that right. Well, hey, I've got to go. It's 4:30 pm and that's when the group meets to talk about their improvements."

"Ok, I understand. Bye, Mike."

"Bye, Danny." He hung up the phone.

I put the phone back down on its receiver, then ran back out to the car, where Patty was waiting on me.