All I see is pitch black darkness. That is, until I open my eyes up slowly and blink trying to adjust to the lighting. I look down at myself and see that I'm in a hospital gown and have an IV hooked into my arm. 'Ah fuck! I'm in this fucking monkey suit again?!'

Yes you heard right, I said, 'again?' What is it that happened? Well, to make a long story short, I got into a fight with some homophobic loan sharks that were harassing this gay couple who was just trying to enjoy a peaceful evening together. Let's just say that in the midst of the scuffle I got stabbed several times with an angelic blade and some kind Samaritan called an ambulance to take me to the hospital. Hell for all I know, maybe it was the gay couple I stood up for.

It's all a bit hazy though. The doctor walks in and greets me, "Well hello again, Demetrius." I look at him and realize he's the same doctor I had the other times I've ended up here. "You have got to be shitting me." He sighs and looks at me in disapproval, "so who'd you piss off this time?"

I roll my eyes, "actually I didn't do anything to anyone. I've been in rehab for a while now but today I found myself in a saloon looking to get a drink to drown out my pain. Then these two demons grab me and the rest of it gets hazy from there." He takes notes on his clipboard, "so you don't remember who did this to you?" I scratch my head, "it's all a bit hazy but I seem to recall a radio demon and some demon chick with an Australian accent.

The doctor looks back at his clipboard and continues writing while responding to me with sarcasm, "yeah, that really narrows it down for us." I get aggravated, "look asshole, I just found out who my father is and that he's here in Hell and I was attacked from behind and stabbed... I really don't need your smart punk ass mouth to top off my shit sundae." The doctor throws his hand up in the air, "okay note taken. I'll go let your family know you're here." I raise my eyebrow in genuine confusion, "my... family?"

The doctor turns around when he gets to the door, "yes your family. Your father and two other people." I let out an exasperated sigh, "oh... okay." The doctor sighs, "you know, now would be a good time to try and work things out with your father." I roll my eyes at him and he walks out.

I take to staring out the window and a few minutes later and my, 'father' shows up. I don't acknowledge him and partially hope he'll just turn around and leave. He lets out a heavy sigh, "look, I know you're still mad at me and you have every right to be. So I don't expect you to talk to me or to even look at me for that matter. All I ask is that you listen to what I have to say.

Then if you want, I'll leave." 'Well after hearing him say all of that, now I sort of don't want him to leave. I hesitantly turn my head and look at him, he looked like he was really upset and he actually looked like he was hurting as much as I was. I turn my head back to the window again and a single tear falls from my face. He takes in a deep breath and begins to explain his side of the story from my early childhood.

When he had said that he love me and Abby more than anything, it pulled really hard at my heart strings and I was beginning to feel even more conflicted than I did earlier at the hotel. I wiped a tear that just fell from my eye and turned around to face him. He looks down at his hands and begins to explain what happened to my mother. I lean my bed up to get a better look at him.

He looked like he was too ashamed to look at me and I could hear him sniffling as he wiped the tears from his face. He then looks up clears his throat before continuing his story. As he continued his story I began to feel absolutely terrible for him. The poor man didn't have support from anyone. Not even a neighbor, no friends.

The idea began to sink in and it honestly made me sad. When I put myself into his position, I honestly don't think that I'd be able to raise two children on my own. In fact, I'm sure that I would have turned to alcohol too if I had no one. I felt even worse when he told me he had lost his home and didn't want us to live on the streets. It suddenly dawn on me that all of these years, at least Abby and I had a warm and cozy bed to sleep in each night and we never went hungry.

Only one thought remained... "how many nights did my dad live on the streets without a warm bed, fresh clothes and begged on the streets for scraps." Sure, Abby and I lived in a small apartment in the ghetto which wasn't much better but at least we had each other and we had a place to call home. "So, if it was so hard for you to give us up for adoption why did you opt for a closed adoption? Why make it where we could never find you if we ever needed you?" He lets out a sigh, "honestly, I was so ashamed and I had thought that maybe your lives would be better without me in it."

'Well now I know where I get my insecurity from,' I think to myself. "I was just a drunken loser and I had nothing more that I could give because I had lost it all." I came to the realization that he and I were a lot more alike than I had initially thought... we both died alone.

I try to adjust myself but end up hurting myself a bit. "Hey, take it easy, kid. You were just stabbed twelve times with an angelic blade and left for dead in a ditch somewhere. I shrug my shoulders and adjust myself in another way. I slip my mouth, "eh, it's nothing new."

He hands me a cup of water and I take it. He looks at me with a worried expression, "what's that supposed to mean?" I roll my eyes annoyed that I'm being scolded like a child, "nothing, I'm just saying that I've been in worse scraps than this since being down here. Why's it matter to you anyways? I've survived without your help for twenty-eight years, I think I can handle myself just fine."

He looks at me as though he's been wounded, "oh and you call getting yourself stabbed twelve times and landing yourself in the ER taking care of yourself?" I growl getting offended by his reaction, "hey you're the very last person that should be judging me right now." He lets out a sigh and grabs a chair and pulls it up next to my bed. "Yeah,... I know, you're right. I'm sorry.

Look I know you don't believe me right now but I do care about you." I change the subject, "so how'd I end up here?" He leans back in his chair, "Actually, Jessie went out to look for you after you stormed out of the hotel earlier. She was planning to just talk to you but she found you in a ditch instead. Poor girl's gonna be scarred for life after what she's seen."

Not registering the second part of what he said I raise my eyebrow and smile slyly, "oh really?" He crosses his arms across his chest and grins, "hey, what's that grin about." I blush and scratch the back of my head, not meaning to let him see how I was feeling, "oh, uh, nothing." He rolls his eyes still grinning, "oh come on, man! I know that face and that's not an 'oh, uh, nothing' face."

Feeling embarrassed I let out a sigh, "I uh, I just think she's kinda cute that's all." Although I knew deep down in my heart that there was more to it than that, I wasn't ready to share that much of what was in my heart just yet. His expression turns serious, "look son, it's cool that you have a little crush on her but just... be nice. If you're going to pursue her, be a gentleman about it. She's not a play thing.

She's a very sweet girl and I'd hate to see her get hurt again." I instantly raise my eyebrow, "wait- what do you mean by, 'again.'" I felt a little bit hurt because I thought we told each other everything. I even gave her a key to my room for Heaven's sake! I trust her with all of my secrets and now, now I feel like she's been hiding things from me.

My dad lets out a sigh, "she's sensitive and gentle. She got REALLY upset when she saw you covered in blood. She thought you were going to die. We— we all did. But she took it very hard.

Probably the hardest of all of us. She cried for hours until she fell asleep." I flattened my ears and stared into my lap, "it was that bad, huh?" I felt bad that I had hurt her. I mean, I know she cares but I guess I just wasn't aware of how much she cared.

'Is it possible that she's in love with me too?' My dad asks, "so who did this to you anyways?" I shake my head and tell him that I believe it was a tv demon that attacked me.