KYLE’S POV
“What the hell are you doing?” I shut the door.
“What the hell ARE you doing?” Keith spits.
“She’s our guest.” I remind him.
“A guest that you want in your bed?!” He challenges me.
“Keith!” I raise my voice, but then I regret it.
I take a deep breath.
“Why do you always think that I want to bed every single woman I lay eyes on?!”
“Don’t ask me!” He laughs. “I am not the one who slept with a woman just a few weeks after my wife’s funeral.” He shrugs and walks away.
“You know I was drunk. I did not mean it!” I bark.
“You didn’t meant it?” Keith laughs at me. “You had sex with my own teacher and you said you did not mean it?! Do you have any idea how humiliated I was when her husband punch you in the face in front of my school?”
“She said she was no longer with her husband!” I defend myself.
“That’s not the fucking point!” He hisses.
“Language!” I glare at him.
“You ARE my dad! My mother just passed away and you spent a night out with my teacher after her funeral when you were supposed to mourn over her death. I couldn’t believe that she wasted her most vulnerable time to love you and took care of YOUR children while you were out late at night, making her cried in her sleeps.”
“I was working to provide my family a life.”
“I knew that you enjoyed that excuse, dad.”
“Keith, you have no idea.” I put my hands on my waist.
“When I was a kid, I was so proud with my parents. While other kids’ parents were busy hating on one another, mine were perfectly fine. Until I saw my mom cried her eyes out. She went crazy because you treated her like a piece of shit!”
“I treated her with respect!” I snap him out of it.
“With respect? You should have said that you treated her with love.” He corrects me.
“You know what, dad? If you didn't even love her, why did you marry her in the first place?” Keith asks me the bummer question.
The question that I have been asking myself since the day I married Kylie.
“I could not love her the way she wanted me to, but that did not mean that I did not care.”
Keith does not respond. For a split second, he looks mortified. He takes a deep breath then releases it from his mouth slowly. I know that his temper is coming up, but he is doing so well on holding it back.
“I said that to her one time. I told her to divorce you. Do you know what she said to me?” Keith eyes are tearing up.
I can’t say anything. It still hurts me to think that I hurt her.
“She said that she’d rather die than to live without you.” Keith drops the bomb right on my face.
My brain just can’t process anything at the moment. Every single moment that I had together with Kylie is now filling up my head. Her smile, her touch, her tears are all coming back to me at once.
“If you really had just a little love for mom, you would not go over that woman across the street.” He marks his point and slurs back to climb the stairs.
I let him walk away this time. It’s late and everyone’s tired. I rub my temple and take a comfort on my couch. After everything I have done to my family, this is all I get. My beautiful children. I married Kylie just because we had Keith at the time. We were struggling at college and even at work, taking care of Keith and baby Kennedy. I thought everything would be okay as long as I tried to be okay.
Until I realized that we were actually not okay.
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