Christopher POV –
"What the hell do you want?" I asked him. My father.
"Should I want something to call my own son?" He asked.
"After 10 years, I would think so" I said.
He was silent.
"Now what do you want?" I asked frustrated as I exited the elevator.
“I want nothing but to put back the bond between a father his son" He said innocently, I went through the hotel doors and started my walk down the street to the coffee shop.
"Why after 10 years?" I enquired angrily waiting anxiously for his answer.
"Because I feel guilty Christopher for everything, for leaving your mother, leaving you, having an affair, all of it, I am ashamed of all that I have done, I am sorry Christopher, I was a coward" he said.
Why should I believe him? he abandoned my family, he left us to suffer when life became hard he was coward, a bastard, that son of a b***h left us and ran away with a woman we never knew but we found out later he was having an affair with her while he was with us, he left a failed business which me and my mother picked up with our bare hands, that’s when I met Jose he was an outcast from his previous town, he was an orphan, he ran away from the orphanage when he was fifteen into our town looking for a family, then he found us, he was dirty and ragged he had nothing but the clothes on his back and a chain around his neck with his name stamped in the back and a symbol of a tiger on the front, he begged to stay with us he didn't have to ask twice my mother took him in although we were struggling to feed ourselves at the time.
Jose and I instantly become friends and from there we worked together to find his real family, which we did recently and to get my fathers failed company up and running again , but now he wants to reunite after 10 years by saying he felt guilty? Bullshit.
"I want nothing to do with you, I don’t care how sorry you are, you were and are a coward and will always be don’t EVER call this number again nor should you contact anyone of my family " I said pissed as I neared the coffee shop.
"But I-" I hung up, I didn’t need to hear anything else from him, what I said was final.
I opened the door to the shop I heard the faint jingle of the bell as I entered, a few people looked at me, at my pissed expression.
"Can I help you?" I snapped at a random guy watching me curiously. He shook his head vigorously and turned back to his cup.
I spotted Jose in the corner table waving to me to come over there, he had a confused expression his face. I walked over to him like nothing happened between me and that guy.
"What's up man? You sounded fine on the phone, is everything ok?" He asked worried.
"Mathew called" I stated calmly I stopped calling my father 'dad' after he left I just used his first name since I don't consider myself as his son anymore, I was now knocking the table with my knuckles while I was in a not so ergonomic position in my chair, I usually did this when I'm pissed and I'm terribly pissed.
“s**t, what he say?" Jose asked. I sensed his mood shifting.
"He was saying he sorry and that he's 'guilty' " I lifted my hands to air quote.
Jose became really pissed, really fast.
"That piece of s**t!" He whisper shouted. "I hope he didn't call mom" he stated.
"He better not" I said. "I'm gonna check on her soon but she must be asleep" I continued.
"Yeah when you get to the hotel" We stayed silent for a moment. "Let's go on far more important matters, Alison" I said with a small smile on my face.
Jose's expression changed. "Aww someone's in loooove" he teased.
“Shut up man!”, I whisper shouted. I’m not in love, I guess. Soon after Jose and I were in deep conversation, about Alison of course, I told him of my plans to see her again.