AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“You know how long that is going to take you?” he asks.
I smile, tipping my chin to him. “If I take it slow, probably the rest of my life.”
He pulls me into his chest. After a while, he grunts and pushes me away from him.
“Get the fuck out of here,” he says, wiping both hands across his face.
“Catch you later, Dad.” I smile, walking to the door.
“Looking forward to it, son,” he says, his voice breaking as he takes his seat behind his desk.
I leave the door open, a promise I will return.
Sky
There’s a knock on my door.
“It’s open,” I say.
“Hey, munchkin. Jay said you wanted to talk to me?” Tim asks, closing the door behind him.
I slowly take his hand in mine. “Thank you for coming.”
“Sure. Why wouldn’t I?” he asks, sitting back.
I trace my bottom lip with the tip of my tongue, suddenly nervous as hell.
“Honey, what’s up? What do you want? You know I’ll do anything for you,” Tim says.
Tears fill my eyes. “I need you to get me something to kill myself,” I whisper.
He’s speechless for a moment.
“What? Come again?” His voice skips a beat.
“I need you to get … something to kill myself.”
“I know what you said,” he replies, swallowing hard.
“I can’t anymore. It hurts too much.” My voice is hoarse. “Please, you said you’d do anything for me.”
“Sky?” He stands and walks to the window. “Do you even know what you’re asking me?” He has trouble keeping his voice level.
“I know what I want,” I say calmly. “I have been thinking about it for a long time. I’m not going to Switzerland like in some novel. I want to stay here with the people I love.”
Staring out of my window, he kicks his foot against the wall. “What you plan to do…I can’t.” His voice trembles. He rubs at the back of his head. Sweat forms on his forehead. “Do you know what? I …” he begins, leaning against the windowsill. After a while he gets up and kneels next to me. “You … no. I can’t, Sky,” he says, and hugs me tight.
“Timothy,” I say, taking his hand in mine. I hate myself for even asking this from him. “I know what I’m asking of you is wrong on so many levels.”
“Illegal is what it is. Morally wrong, fucking wrong, Sky. What would God think?”
I smirk at him. “You don’t believe in God.”
He clears his throat. “Well, maybe I don’t, but what would the big boss upstairs say if he or she could talk?”
I burst out laughing.
“Stop it,” he says angrily.
