(31)-A Father/Son Reunion.
A sweaty Kyle was now following his father's truck on a dirt road in the woids on the outskirts of the small town. He'd slown down a bit on the streets, letting a few cars in front of him to not look too suspicious. But he kept his determined attitude and not once did he let that brown truck leave his sight.
Soon enough, the truck turned to the left and pulled into an area where an old, small, runt down shacky farm-house was, with a shacky barn.
Kyle stopped, hiding behind a tree, and poked his head out, watching the truck closely as it eventually parked in front of the small house. He watched as the driver-door opened and out stepped Lance, who then closed the door back, followed by walking up to the house, heading up the steps and onto the porch where he opened the door and went inside, closing it afterwards. The 18-year old boy braced himself. How should he go about this? He contemplated it for a while before he decided he would just go up to the house his father had parked at. He wasn't going to confront his Dad about leaving. No, he had to focus on the goal of finding his brother. His brother was the one he wanted a relationship with, not his father. A lost cause that Kyle resented.
Kyle removed the buds from his ears and stuffed them in his left pants-pocket where his iPod was before he walked out from behind the tree and made his way up to the house, ascending the steps and walking onto the porch, stopping at the front door. He knocked on the door and Lance answered pretty quickly. Almost immediately, Kyle recoiled slightly and leaned his own frame back away from the man. Seeing his father like this was...was so odd. Especially in these poor conditions.
"Uh...who might you be, son?" Lance asked in his usual southern-accented voice as he squinted. He looked Kyle up and down.
That made Kyle shudder. His father was looking at him again after all this time. He wondered if his Dad had changed. If he had stayed the same. If he remembered the same things Kyle remembered. If he even spared a thought to the family he had left behind. Kyle was a bit some-what upset that his father didn't recognize him. Then again, it had been eight years since they had last seen each other. But Kyle was still able to tell who his Dad was just by looking at the back of him. Yet his Dad didn't know who he was by seeing the front of him. He was his son, he should've known who he was as soon as he saw him.
Lance then removed his sunglasses, revealing his blue eyes, and squinted.
Somehow, that shook Kyle to his core. Seeing his father's eyes. Those same eyes that had caused him distress and pressure. Never showing any real life. Only using Kyle as an oppertunity for himself...to live vicariously through his son.
"Oh, my gosh, Kyle!" Lance exclaimed, a grin spreading across his face. "It's you! It's you, it's my boy! You're all grown up!" He then suddenly leaned in and hugged Kyle tightly, but the boy had no reaction.
Kyle was bitter at that. As if his father hadn't been the one who had left him. Like this reunion was something that even needed to happen. Like it wouldn't have happened if his father had just stayed. He felt nothing but coldness in the hug as a result.
"You're all grown up, wow!" Lance said. "(Chuckles)." He chuckled with a bit of southern twang.
"Yeah, it's me. I'm all grown up." Kyle replied in a cold, bitter manner.
Slowly, Lance pulled back, releasing Kyle. "What happened to your face?" He asked, noticing Kyle's battered face.
"Cops. Rogue cops." Kyle answered coldly.
"I see." Lance said. "Do you...do ya wanna come inside?"
Kyle was hesitant. Something about being with his father now had stirred something strange in him. "Sure." He said, agreeing to it. If he was going to get any information about his brother, he had to. Kyle followed his father inside the house...followed by his Dad closing it afterwards.
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