Date: Fri, 23 Feb 2024 01:00:00 -0800 From: John Henry Subject: Wish You Were My Dad Chapter 22 (Gay/Adult Youth) DONATION: Nifty is a not-for-profit organization that heavily relies on our donations to keep the site free and accessible. Your donations pay for web hosting fees and other day-to-day activities for the wonderful staff of editors/publishers. You can donate on the website at http://donate.nifty.org/ Every little bit helps. DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction, and contains explicit sexual content involving adults over the age of 21 and minors under the age of 18. If viewing this material is illegal where you live, OR you're a minor under the age of 18, please stop reading this. If you're not sure about the legality, please stop reading until you have looked into your own, local laws. Any likeness or similarity between persons, places, products or concepts are purely coincidental. NEW EMAIL ADDRESS: As of mid-August 2023, I have been using a new email address. Please contact me (copy and paste) at NIFTYJHENRY1988.2@GMAIL.COM. If you've sent me an email prior to mid-August, please forward them to me, since I've lost access to my previous account. All future submissions will also be from this account. Chapter 22 The next morning I woke up to the smell of bacon and coffee. If you haven't had the pleasures of that experience, I honestly feel sorry for you. To this day it reminds me of growing up. It was the smell of my grandma's kitchen every Sunday morning. I'd wake up, shower and go to the kitchen where my grandfather was reading the paper and sipping on his plain, black coffee. I was clearly too young to have my own cup, but Grandpa would let me steal a sip here and there. I didn't know the protocol, so I skipped the shower, got dressed and went into the kitchen. "Morning," Officer Rafferty said, plating a stack of bacon. "Morning," I replied, as I was instantly bombarded once again by two massive fur babies. Each became very vocal out of protest when I would scratch one or the other. "Did you sleep well?" "Yes, thank you." "Good. I can't imagine it's easy sleeping in a strange bed in a strange house." "I've been in worse places," I said as a joke but then remembered why I was there to begin with. "I didn't mean it as a bad thing." I wanted to continue to explain but figured it would only make things worse on myself and my mother. "I can imagine. I was in the Army and had to sleep in some pretty shitty places." "My friend Tom has a bird that likes to shit on people when they're asleep." "That's pretty bad," he said, pushing the plate of bacon with newly added scrambled eggs towards me. "Aren't you having any?" "It's almost 1pm," he said. "Really?" I looked at my phone and sure enough. My heart sank; no new messages from Dylan. "It's okay, you know," Officer Rafferty said, clearly misreading my expression. "I'm sure your mom will contact you soon." "Yeah," I said, trying to cover my disappointment. "I suppose." I ate my breakfast in silence, thinking of Dylan and what to say to him. Clearly, I needed to tell him what happened and assure him that nothing was going to happen. Thinking about the last night only pissed me off again. Mom accusing Dylan of being a pedophile and then slapping me was too much. "I haven't heard from CPS yet," Officer Rafferty said, pulling me out of my thoughts. "I don't know if I'm allowed to take you back home or not, so you might need to stay here another night. How do you feel about that?" "That's fine," I replied. "I'm not sure I'm ready to talk to Mom yet" "You will need to at some point, but I understand. I'm going to go by the office on my way to work and talk to someone there about the next step. In the meantime, if your mom contacts you, I want you to be civil towards her, okay?" "Okay." I only agreed to avoid a fight. My civility largely depended on that of my mother's, and if last night was any indication, I doubted my own ability to be polite. After breakfast, I went back to the room, while Officer Rafferty took the dogs for a walk. He asked if I wanted to tag along, but I said I wasn't up to it, which I wasn't; however, I really wanted to get a hold of Dylan. Once I was certain I was alone in the house, I took a chance and called Dylan. The phone rang once, and I was sent to voicemail. Confused, I tried again and got the same response. I called a third time, and decided to leave a message. "Hi Dylan," I said, not liking how those words felt in my mouth after months of calling him dad. "It's my Michael. I wanted to tell you that I'm okay and staying somewhere safe. I hope you're not mad at me. I told Mom she was wrong and was lied to. Please don't be mad at me. Bye." I began to cry after I hung up. Dylan had never ignored me before, and my heart was breaking. We had done nothing wrong. We were being punished by a jealous bitch who couldn't handle being rejected by Dylan and my mom, who has had issues with men since before I was born. Though my heart was aching, I had never felt happier being gay, since it meant that I'd never have to be with a woman. Yes, I'm aware that makes me sound sexist, but that's how I felt at the time after what had happened. A woman who couldn't accept no for an answer is no better than a man who does the same, yet the double standard is still there. Anyway, I stopped crying by the time Officer Rafferty returned with the dogs. He had received a call from CPS saying that there wasn't going to be an investigation into Mom, so I could be returned home. I felt disappointed, but I honestly wasn't expecting another outcome. So, I gathered my things and got dropped off at the apartments. Mom was working till midnight, so I knew I had hours to myself. As I approached my apartment door, I couldn't help but look at Dylan's apartment. I had already noticed that his truck wasn't around, and I assumed he was staying with his parents until things calmed down. I still wanted to knock on the door just in case, though. As I started to put my key in the lock, I heard Monica clear her throat from behind me. I turned and glared at her. She has some nerve, I thought. "What," I snarled. It wasn't even a question, but more of a demand for her to say her piece and leave. "I'm sorry about last night," she said. It felt forced, and I wondered if Mom had something to do with this. "I don't care." "Michael," Monica said, clearly trying to hold her tongue at my disrespect. "I was only trying to help." "You were trying to help? How is telling my mother that Dylan was molesting me, helping, Monica? How is being a nosy cunt helping, Monica? How is being a self-obsessed drama queen fucking helping?! If you really want to help, do the world a favor and remove yourself from it." Monica didn't say another word, but turned and walked away. I knew I was pissed, but didn't realize how angry to till I went to unlock the door again and saw droplets of blood forming in my hand. I had squeezed the key so tight it bore into my flesh. I still didn't care, though. The physically pain didn't even come close to the emotional pain I was feeling. Even yelling at Monica didn't help. I had had it. I dropped my bag on the floor and made my way to Dylan's apartment. I slammed my fist on the door and yelled, "Dylan! Open up! I need to talk to you!" I got no reply. "Dylan!" "He's not home, Dear," said a kind voice. I turned my head and saw Dylan's neighbor, Janis Clarrie. "He packed his stuff up last night and got the rest this morning." "What?" I gasped, tears fell before I could comprehend the situation. "He and some guys hauled everything away before noon. After last night, I don't think he felt he could stay here any longer. I'm so sorry, Michael." I couldn't respond. I just went back to my apartment, went to my room and called Dylan. "Janis next door said you moved out. Why didn't you tell me? Why are you ignoring me? I didn't say anything to anyone, so why am I being punished? What did I do that was so wrong? Please! Please call me! Talk to me, Daddy! Please!!" Dylan's phone hung up on me, and I collapsed on my bed, sobbing. I cried so hard I began to hyperventilate. I felt like I was dying, unable to breathe while my entire life crumbled. Soon, darkness over took me.... ***Coming Soon, Chapter 23***