"Look at me Sebastian."
Nope. I can't.
I'll fucking stab my father for what he did.
"Boy, look at me." Daddy's voice is hard. A command.
And I look. The second I see his beautiful eyes I sigh deeply. There's worry there, but there's also the same tenderness as before.
"I'm sorry I fought with Aziel, and he left. Is this why you're upset?"
"No." Hell no.
"What is it? Tell your Daddy, and I'll take care of it."
My lower lip trembles, and I throw my arms around my Daddy. I just need a hug. One hug, my Daddy's arms around me, and everything will be okay.
"I want to go home," I whisper.
"Let me check with the doctor for your test results, and we'll go home."
I shake my head, "Don't go."
"I'll be right back, and then we'll go home, boy."
"I want to go to your place," I say instead.
"Then we will. Whatever you want."
"Thank you, Daddy."
He leaves to search for the doctor, and I pull out my phone, anger fueling me with every passing second.
Me:I'll find a way to get back at you. Watch your back, old man.
Dad Killer:Oh, so now I'm an old man, huh?
Dad Killer:I knew you'd be fine, son. And you know me. I had to make sure Ezrah would choose you.
Dad Killer:Did he?
I start to write a response, but stop short.
Did Daddy choose me or did he stay because he just hates Aziel? Does he still love my brother?
Me:I promise, I'll fucking stab you the next time I see you.
Dad Killer:I can't wait. Love you too, son.
I huff, feeling completely drained. It doesn't help that my head is pulsing like there's a rock concert happening in there.
I brighten when Daddy returns.
"You're all clear to go."
"Fuck, yes. Let's go."
Daddy helps me out of the bed, hovering over me as I sign the discharge papers. He keeps a hand on my waist as he guides me to his car and even helps me into the seat, going as far as to buckle my belt.
