Forgiveness is not given

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


A short story about a father that was never there for his kids.

Submitted: July 21, 2018

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There was once a young man that grew up with nobody there for him. His father was an alcoholic, he had two mentally disabled brothers that his mother had to take care of. He grew up in an area where there were loads of drugs. His brother started using drugs. And then sooner or later the young man started using, too. Every night his father would come home drunk as a skunk and would destroy the house. It was so bad at one point that he took an axe to the Christmas tree in the living room. That day the young man tackled his father before he could get to the tree. So his father kicked him out of the house that night. Not to mention that there was six inches of snow outside and the young man had no socks, shoes, coat, or a hat. He had nowhere to go. He remembered a guy he knew that lived three miles away that would let him stay over any time he pleased. He made his way all the way to the man's house. When he got there, his feet were as blue as a clear sky on a sunny day. After this, the young man hated his father and would never forgive his father for what he has done. His father got very sick one day and went to the hospital. They did MRI’s on his entire body and found cancer in the left portion of his lung. He had two months to live. The young man felt no despair nor gratitude for his father. When one month passed, his father had a feeling that he is going to die soon. Everyone was home that day. His father was in the bathroom and needed to be carried to his room. The young man and his brother carried him hopelessly. When the father layed down, he looked into the young man's eyes and said “son”. The young man looked away and looked back and nodded. His father said “please forgive me”. The young man's nerves were shaking, he felt as if all the butterflies in the world were cluttered into one spot in his stomach. The young man started to tear up, looked into his fathers eyes and said “no”. The young man stormed out of the room as fast as he could and did not look back. He made it to the back yard as his mother chased after him. He had no more life in him, falling to the ground as he balled his eyes out. At that very moment, his father had past away.

 


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