I'm Still Your Father!
Francesco winced as he held his head in pain, for a moment his surrounding was blurry before it became distinguishable. He was in a small but fanciful room and then remembered that he passed out.
Brims of sweat formed on his forehead down to his neck, he raised his back up from the bed and rubbed on his forehead.
The door creaked open and he titled his head to the side only to see a woman step into the room, it was his mom. She was petite, slim, perfectly groomed and made.
"I've been a bad mom haven't I?" she asked as she walked to his bedside and sat at the edge.
"Hey mom" he greeted and sat up properly, she laid her hands on his lap and caressed it.
"How have you been?" he asked
"Good" she looked up and smiled at him but her expression changed to a worrisome one "Your becoming skinny dear. Hope you are feeding well"
"Yes mom" he chuckled
"Are you sure?" she asked unconvinced
"Yes" he nodded "Hope you didn't relapse?" he asked worriedly.
"No son. I've been seeing a therapist and it's really helping"
"Hmm I believe you. You look healthier than before"
"Of course son" she laughed and beat him playfully on the shoulder "How's your father? and I hope your stepmom is treating you well?" she asked.
Francesco looked away from her to the other side
"Dad's fine" he answered grudgingly
"And your step mom?" she inquired
"She's... she's been... good" he said hesitantly.
His mom sighed and used her two hands to cup his chin noticing the sudden change in his mood.
"I know everything's fine, even if it's not it will be... someday" she assured him "All you need to do is get good grades and get into a good college, become successful and forget about the pains that I and your father have caused you" she brought her hands down and narrowed her eyes at him "Speaking of your father. Does he know that you're here"
"Yes" he lied
"Really?" she furrowed her brows at him.
"*sighs* fine he doesn't. I just needed to leave the house"
"Leave the house for me to find you at my door already drunk" she said accusingly
"I'm sorry" he apologized
"You know your father would be sick worried about you"
"Let him worry or perhaps have high blood pressure, it's none of my business" he shrugged and lay on his back with his two hands serving as a pillow.
"You'll never learn. By the way you've got to start heading to your father's house" she tapped him to stand up.
"I'm not going anywhere" he grumbled "I'll stay till tomorrow"
"Tomorrow?. No you can't, tomorrow is a Monday and you have no uniforms here" she pointed out.
"I'll just arrange for someone to send it over" he suggested.
"No you won't" she shook her head in disapproval "Don't let your father worry too much about you"
"Ugh fine" he sighed and closed his eyes.
"And make sure you reduce your Alcohol intake, I don't want you passing out like you did yesterday" she warned "Are we clear?" "Yes mamma" he smiled with his eyes still closed.
He loved the way his mom always looked after him, it reminded him of his childhood
"Go freshen up and come down for lunch, will you" she said and went out of the room.
Francesco blinked his eye open and shifted his gaze to the door where his mom just stepped out from.
"You still care about father after all he's done to you" he muttered and shook his head in pity before shutting his eyes close.
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Francesco helped his mom to pile the plates up, two pieces slipped away from his hands and broke making a clattering sound.
"Are you okay?" she asked and turned to him with her hand still in the wash basin.
"Yeah, yeah. I'll just pack these all up"
"Okay" she nodded and turned back to what she was doing.
After they were done, they got to the sitting room to watch a movie when his mother suddenly asked.
"What about Stefano? I haven't seen him in a while, you two were so close, our family was close to theirs. What happened?"
"Ste_stef? he's good and dad is still close friends with he's" he said partly lying and partly telling the truth.
He didn't know about how Stefano was doing and he didn't care to know but his dad was still close friends with he's.
"You sure?"
"Mom forget about this. Let's just watch the movie it's about to start" he said and focused his attention on the tv.
"I don't know what you are hiding from me but one day you'll spill the beans out. You don't want me finding out myself".
"Yes mom please just watch the movie" he laughed and positioned her face to look at the screen.
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Francesco drove into his Father's mansion at 9:00 pm. The house was eerily quite meaning that everyone had gone to bed. He walked quietly into his room in order not to wake anyone up but he was stopped by a deep and Stern voice
"Where are you coming from?".
He looked back and saw his dad gazing at him suspiciously.
"Why do you care?" Francesco asked facing him fully.
"Because I'm still your father"
"*scoffs* I went to see my mother. Hope that satisfies your curiosity" he said and turned back to walk into his room.
"Why did you go there?" his father demanded
"Because I miss her. I've missed her since the day you sent her away"
"I didn't send her, she was the one who chose to leave".
"She chose to leave because you gave her no choice by bringing another woman into your matrimonial home. How cruel" Francesco faced his father in disgust.
"I don't see anything wrong with that"
"Why would you?. She loved you and you had an affair with another woman. And to even think that you brought that same woman into our home to get married to her. She became a drug addict all because of you!" he shouted at his father angrily.
"But I didn't tell her to become one" his father pointed out with a calm expression on his face.
Was his father trying to mock him or what?
"You didn't need to tell her to be become one. You abused her, she became depressed because of that. She helped you in any possible way that she could and yet you let another woman and the kids you have with her enjoy it all".
"Don't talk to me like that, I'm still your father!".
"You stopped being my father since the day mom left this house" Francesco turned his back to leave but stopped and said "Make sure you're not the first person I see in the morning because you'll regret having me as a son just like I regret having you as a father".