Why Did We Leave My Father For Dead?
“You’re really leaving my father for dead? You know you would have died without him.” Graham’s voice was monotone. He really hadn’t expected this outcome. “I never asked for his help, Graham! I never wanted to kill people for him. I never asked to save his ass every five seconds. Knowing he wouldn’t even think twice about doing the same for me. He trained me to protect him. Nothing more. He would never do that for me.” He was huffing and had tears welling in his eyes, like a little boy on the edge of a breakdown. “Dean... You know my father, Felix, cares about you.” Graham knew that wasn’t true. He knew what his father thought of Dean, that the only reason he had kept the human around was because of a promise he made to a dying
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He never bothered to tell his wife, Alba, about it. She did not remain oblivious to the fact another child was in her home for long.
She had realized the little patter of feet on the marble floors and the little socks she found on the attic’s wood floors every so often. For awhile she just shrugged it off. Maybe it was Graham. After his powers manifested Alba hadn’t seen him much, but Alba knew the articles of clothing weren’t her son’s. So who did they belong to? Alba never did confront her husband about the matter.
It took awhile for Alba to finally speak to the child. It didn’t even happen the way she had planned.
One night she was walking to her kitchen to get a glass of water when she saw him. He was smaller than the average kid and thin. Although it was dark, a small lamp on the counter illuminated the room just enough to see longish dark hair. The small child was eating the leftovers of that night’s dinner. Amazed that the child was eating directly from the bowl, Alba stepped closer.
Unfortunately, when she did she stepped on the long silk robe she was wearing. A small yelp of surprise left her lips as she caught herself on the counter. She was even more surprised when she heard a small voice ask if she was alright. She gently replied. Assuring the child she
He never bothered to tell his wife, Alba, about it. She did not remain oblivious to the fact another child was in her home for long.
She had realized the little patter of feet on the marble floors and the little socks she found on the attic’s wood floors every so often. For awhile she just shrugged it off. Maybe it was Graham. After his powers manifested Alba hadn’t seen him much, but Alba knew the articles of clothing weren’t her son’s. So who did they belong to? Alba never did confront her husband about the matter.
It took awhile for Alba to finally speak to the child. It didn’t even happen the way she had planned.
One night she was walking to her kitchen to get a glass of water when she saw him. He was smaller than the average kid and thin. Although it was dark, a small lamp on the counter illuminated the room just enough to see longish dark hair. The small child was eating the leftovers of that night’s dinner. Amazed that the child was eating directly from the bowl, Alba stepped closer.
Unfortunately, when she did she stepped on the long silk robe she was wearing. A small yelp of surprise left her lips as she caught herself on the counter. She was even more surprised when she heard a small voice ask if she was alright. She gently replied. Assuring the child she