Dave's POV
"Hey Dave you wanna play squash later on?"
"Nah I'm going to go take a nap. Kinda tired from last night's game you know? Hehe."
"Alright then. See ya later."
One week into my stay at Saint Anne's and everything is going fantastically. I can't believe how much fun I'm having here! I didn't feel great about it at first, but I couldn't be in a better place right now.
I made friends here pretty quickly with some of the other patients & staff. There's these 2 guys, Daniel and Jack. Both were about my age but a lot shorter. We hanged out most of the day, just talking about little things and playing sports. Daniel was in here for severe depression and Jack for non-compliance of taking his medication or some shit like that. I didn't care. We would talk about random things and also mess around with some of the other fucked up nutjobs. We pulled a hilarious prank on some whore with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder on the 3rd floor. She witnessed the murder of her parents as a child and Jack, Daniel and I scared the shit out of her with a piss poor reenactment. It was funny as hell. She wouldn't stop screaming! The doctor's got on our asses about it but whatever. No one tells me what I can and can't do.
It was around 11:45am and the boys and I just finished working out in the gym downstairs. I was tired so I decided to head back to my room and nap. I passed Phil and Karen in the hallway, 2 security guards. Total fame whores, in my opinion. Not a day would go by when I wouldn't be asked to give them an autograph or take a picture with them. In return they would go out and sneak me in all kinds of contraband that wasn't allowed. I was living the life inside this hospital.
I got up to my room and slammed the door shut. I walked over to my bed and flopped down hard. Man was my back sore. Unfortunately for me I lost some of my privileges from that stunt I pulled earlier so I couldn't go get a massage from that hot redhead girl in the spa. I asked for some pain killers but the Doctor wouldn't give me any. Fucking prick.
I had a few discussions with Dr. Hilbern throughout the week. He was trying to get me to take medication for my 'Illness' but I told him to shove it. I don't have a fucking problem so they need to back off. I shouldn't even be here, but it's better than prison I suppose. Oddly enough I haven't seen the mysterious Dr. Hartford since our last encounter. For the past few days she's all I could really think about. She practically admitted to me that she falsified the severity of my mental condition to keep me from a trial. Why did she do that? I don't even know her! Did she think that we would hook up or something if she did me this enormous favor? Sorry but I mostly like men. And besides, I'm only in love with one person and that's Rey. No amount of ass kissing is going to get you anywhere with me. What also struck me is that she mentioned someone else was pulling the strings so that theory goes out the window.
'Like a son...' She said to me. It couldn't be 'Him'... There's no fucking way it could be him. I'd be pissed if it was.
"Dammit!" I yelled when I turned over in my bed and a sharp pain stung at me. Fuck I need to relax. I wish Rey was here. He gave the best massages in the world. His hands were like magic. I closed my eyes and thought about Rey. I wonder if he ever thought about me still. Probably not, which upsets me but I understand. In time I guess...
I drifted off into a deep slumber for about 3 hours before being awoken by a familiar voice.
"Hello Davey."
"Mom?"
I opened my eyes and saw my mother standing above me, gently caressing my forehead.
"Hey mom." I slowly crawled out of bed and stood up. My mother was a very short woman, barely 5'1". I leaned down to hug her and yawned.
"How have you been dear?" She asked concerned.
"OK I guess. I hate it here." I lied.
"Well you won't be here for long. I'm sure you will recover quickly."
"Recover from what mom? Say it. You think I have a fucking problem?"
She just stood there looking at me surprised. I don't know why but I was becoming upset.
"Davey what's—"
"Don't call me that! I'm not 5 years old anymore! I'm a grown ass man dammit."
"I'm sorry Dave I just...you're my only son and I care about you so much."
"Sure you do mom..."
"Why are you upset? Did something happen?"
"Where's Dad?" I asked bluntly.
She was silent for a few moments, shocked at the question, and then began to speak.
"Why are you asking about him?"
"Answer my question. Where is he? Why did he leave?" My anger was increasing with each passing second. I wanted answers and now.
"Dave you don't need to know anything about your father. He isn't important. You've grown up to be a great man. Nothing that bastard has ever done was in your best interest so there's no point in looking back in the past. Just move forward sweetie."
"I want to know where he is. Have you been in contact with him?"
"Dave—"
"ANSWER MY QUESTION! WHERE IS HE?"
She sighed in defeat and began to tear up.
"He's somewhere in Los Angeles."
"WHAT? How long has he been there?"
"For a few months. He flew back when he..."
"When he what?"
"When he found out about your arrest."
I stood silent and began to boil over. I was irate.
"So he's been in L.A. while I was locked up and you didn't mention this once to me?"
"I didn't think it mattered. You two aren't on speaking terms."
"But you and him are? How long mother?"
"Dave please don't do this." She pleaded to me.
"HOW LONG?" I yelled.
She sighed deeply and placed her hands on her hips.
"A few years, on and off."
My eyes widened.
"Are you fucking kidding me? You been talking to him all these years and this is the first I'm hearing about this? You bitch."
"Dave—"
"NO! Just leave alright. I don't want you anywhere near me. GO!"
"Dave please you have to understand..."
"I don't have to understand a damn thing. You kept the truth from me. How do you think I feel about that? I deserved to know. Fuck off. You're dead to me."
She was visibly hurt by what I said. I didn't want mean to hurt her but she hurt me, she lied to me. I can't let her get away with that.
She gathered her things and slowly walked towards the door.
"Dave..."
"Leave mom. Now."
Tears were now streaming from her red eyes as she stepped outside and gently closed the door behind her. I loved my mother but I can't forgive a betrayal like this.
I sat on the edge of my bed and thought about what she just told me. With this new information was it indeed possible that my father was responsible for all of this? Was he looking out for me and convinced Dr. Hartford to lie to the Judge to prevent me from going to trial and potentially prison?
I placed my head in my hands and sighed. I want to see him.
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