A One Night Stand With My Son

Chapter 3. Painful Realities

HENRY'S POV,

I never thought that a day like this would come, fuming at my Mom and leaving home.

She's my world, everything that I am and everything I will ever be. Even I couldn't handle seeing her after that time. At some point, I even wished that I could disappear forever.

Those three days that she disappeared for were to me as a thousand years without her. Therefore, when I heard her scream for help, I became outrageous. Only God knows what I could have done if the person hurting her wasn't my Dad.

On the contrary, I think she was right to blow up like she did. I shouldn't have talked to my Dad that way, I was raised better, and most importantly, not after such a loathsome act.

I drove to our special hideout, "The beach house."I knew that my father was here. Because this is where we always go whenever we need a quiet father to son timeout. It is a little glittering building right by the beach. The air around here is so refreshing that as the winds blow, it sweeps all of your problems with it.

Just like I assumed, my Dad's Tesla Model S was parked in the garage. We never brought others here, not even Mom. Hence, I didn't expect to see anyone else. I walked in prepared to seek my father's forgiveness, but the sight that I beheld shocked me, and I nearly puke.

It was my first time seeing such. My Dad was being f**k! Right in the parlor and on the sofa was my own father being f**k in the ass.

Immediately he perceived my presence he came rushing over to me.

Henry, what are you doing here? He asked me. I was too shocked to understand what was going on here.

Over the years, I had accidentally stumbled upon he making love with other women. But never with a guy like himself.

I wanted to leave the scene, but I felt stuck. He sat me down and brought me a bottle of water.

You may think that I was over exaggerating this encounter, but that's not true.

Here in Rocksville homosexuality was still not accepted, and my Dad was a dignitary of this town. To add fuel to the fire, this motherfucker was my Mom's enemy.

As my father kissed him goodbye, and I saw that smirk of victory on that home wreacker. I angrily got up and left the house for the two of them.

To whom could I go now? I just walked out on both my parents, and i couldn'tgo to my girlfriend either. Because she could try pulling the truth out of me.

I drove to a hotel, and after checking in, I put both their numbers on voicemail.

THREE DAYS AFTER,

On my third day at the hotel after ignoring everyone who tried reaching out to me.

My father came looking for me

How did he know where I was? Seeing him brought back every thought that I had tried so hard to avoid.

What do you want? I asked he without greeting.

Son, you need to come home. I know that you don't want to talk to me, but your Mom needs you. She was rushed into the ER. She tried committing suscide this morning.

I didn't need the rest of the story. The words mother and sucide were too strong to keep me sitting, I ran down the steps instead of the elevator.

Dad, do you have a hand in this? I asked him on our way to the hospital.

I don't, son. You know that I will never hit her. What you saw the last time was a mistake

A week after she had fully recovered, we had that one conversation that we had been avoiding. She apologised for everything, and then she helped me better understand that it was actually not our fault that it happened at first, but it would be our fault if we were to allow it to go on.

Henry, she held my hands. Sweetheart, we can not be like we were anymore. You are all grown now, and to ensure that another arkward situation doesn't occur, we have to keep apart from each other a little.

I knew this was a very tough decision, but it was all for the best.

I am going to get a job, that way it might help keep the distance between us, like once we leave for work in the morning we won't see each other until evening.

She sob, Henry I'm sorry for everything! I'm so sorry that I made you do such a disgusting act. I wish I could go back in time and undo it.

I tried to hug her to comfort her, but she pulled away and left almost instantly. As I she needed to get away.

Was there something else that I didn't know?

Why couldn't I stop all those flirty thoughts. I was well raised. Therefore, I didn't need a saint to tell me that what my mind was imagining was devious.

For the next few hours, I went back and front, from book to Google and other websites searching for answers. I was aware of Pedophilic disorder. But this wasn't anything like that, non was it Oedipus complex because In psychoanalysis, the Oedipus complex is a child's desire, that the mind keeps in the unconscious via dynamic repression, to have s****l relations with the parent of the opposite s*x which, for me, was me being attracted to my mother. If this sudden flames had arose earlier, I would consider this, but never have I ever desired my mother in this way, and neither was my Mom a pedophiler.

All these weirdness only started after that incident at their anniversary celebration.

There was something off, and I was determined to find out.

Later that evening, after dinner, I was helping my mother arrange her documents when I stumbled upon a DNA test certificate of me and my Dad. It dated way back to a couple of days after I was born.

Why did you guys need a DNA test to be done on me from birth? I ask my mother.

She said it was to clarify my Father's future suspicions. Why would he need that? Were you cheating on him? I asked her, expecting one of her funny quotes.

She said,

"I have never cheated on him with anyone except you.

Before the incident, whenever I could ask similar questions, her answers were hilarious, but today, it was very cold and more like sarcasm.

At night, there was a knock. Come in the door is unlocked. The door opened, and my father came in.

Do you have a minute to spare? I need us to talk. He said.

I have a few minutes. He went and sat at the study table and then proceeded to explain.

"Henry, I'm sorry that you had to find out about Alex and I in such a dramatic way. I couldn't tell you because I knew that you weren't prepared to discover that side of me.

Dad, so he is the same Alex that you and mom always quarrel over, uh? Doesn't she mind that you are gay and your lover is the very guy that drives her crazy?

Yes, he is. You see, son, what Alex and I share is so special, and even your mother understands. He told me.

Mom, never mind that you are gay. She doesn't mind if you cheated. Yet, you didn't trust her. That's why you requested a DNA test. Why were you having doubts about my birth?

" I never doubt anything about your birth. That DNA test was requested by your mother. She said it was for clarifying any future suspicions. " He explained.

Why did she request for a DNA?

What future suspicions need to be clarified?