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Danny was already feeling stressed when he arrived home from therapy. He had gone for his weekly session directly after school and the entire hour had been brutal. Dropping his bag inside the door, he made a beeline for the sofa so he could relax, and the phone rang and interrupted his plans.
With a groan, Danny headed for the phone and he answered, trying to sound less frustrated than he really was. Whomever was calling didn't deserve to have his issues taken out on them; or so he believed until the man spoke. "Daniel?" The voice made Danny stiffen and he had to fight not to simply hang up the phone.
"Hello, Ross," Danny replied, refusing to call the man 'dad', considering he hadn't actually seen Ross' face since he was ten, despite occasional phone calls. Why in the hell did the man have to call him today? The entire day had been shitty from the start. Rhys Spencer had been bothering him in the hallway before his first class even started. He had fallen asleep in his history class after lunch. And his one hour after school therapy session had been spent telling his therapist about how masturbating made him feel incredible self-loathing.
It was worse knowing that he had given the therapist permission to tell his mother things he might feel awkward telling her, so his mother would know soon enough. That was just embarrassing. He was a teenage boy and every time his dick reminded him of that fact, Danny felt slightly sick to his stomach. He'd had to bang on about it for sixty minutes and now he had to deal with his father's guilt? Even over the phone it was hard to deal with.
There was silence and then the man said, "I was hoping to catch you, Daniel. I wanted to discuss graduation? I'd like to be there if you want me there. And maybe seeing you for your birthday."
"Okay," Danny said, heading to the sofa to throw himself onto it. "I mean you can come if you want, I don't care." It was true. If his father was there it would make absolutely no difference to him. Besides, having his father there to celebrate Danny's graduation when he had done nothing to help Danny through his schooling just felt strange. It felt like his father was trying to steal something that didn't belong to him. "If you're here, you're here."
His father went on to say things about how he really wanted to be there and how he tried to make the effort before but he had just been busy, and Danny only half-listened. His father had promised to come see him and then pulled out at the last minute before. Every once in awhile he muttered a soft "uh huh," just to stop his father from asking if he was paying attention. The man had abandoned him because he was a difficult child and Danny rather hated him for it.
Eventually, Danny had had enough and he went in search of his mother. He found her and pointed to the phone his father was still bullshitting in to. He mouthed 'dad' at her and followed it by 'help'. He was fairly sure even without the mouthed words, the slightly pained expression on his face would have let his mother know exactly who he was speaking to. It was pretty much his default 'dad-face'.
With a groan, Danny headed for the phone and he answered, trying to sound less frustrated than he really was. Whomever was calling didn't deserve to have his issues taken out on them; or so he believed until the man spoke. "Daniel?" The voice made Danny stiffen and he had to fight not to simply hang up the phone.
"Hello, Ross," Danny replied, refusing to call the man 'dad', considering he hadn't actually seen Ross' face since he was ten, despite occasional phone calls. Why in the hell did the man have to call him today? The entire day had been shitty from the start. Rhys Spencer had been bothering him in the hallway before his first class even started. He had fallen asleep in his history class after lunch. And his one hour after school therapy session had been spent telling his therapist about how masturbating made him feel incredible self-loathing.
It was worse knowing that he had given the therapist permission to tell his mother things he might feel awkward telling her, so his mother would know soon enough. That was just embarrassing. He was a teenage boy and every time his dick reminded him of that fact, Danny felt slightly sick to his stomach. He'd had to bang on about it for sixty minutes and now he had to deal with his father's guilt? Even over the phone it was hard to deal with.
There was silence and then the man said, "I was hoping to catch you, Daniel. I wanted to discuss graduation? I'd like to be there if you want me there. And maybe seeing you for your birthday."
"Okay," Danny said, heading to the sofa to throw himself onto it. "I mean you can come if you want, I don't care." It was true. If his father was there it would make absolutely no difference to him. Besides, having his father there to celebrate Danny's graduation when he had done nothing to help Danny through his schooling just felt strange. It felt like his father was trying to steal something that didn't belong to him. "If you're here, you're here."
His father went on to say things about how he really wanted to be there and how he tried to make the effort before but he had just been busy, and Danny only half-listened. His father had promised to come see him and then pulled out at the last minute before. Every once in awhile he muttered a soft "uh huh," just to stop his father from asking if he was paying attention. The man had abandoned him because he was a difficult child and Danny rather hated him for it.
Eventually, Danny had had enough and he went in search of his mother. He found her and pointed to the phone his father was still bullshitting in to. He mouthed 'dad' at her and followed it by 'help'. He was fairly sure even without the mouthed words, the slightly pained expression on his face would have let his mother know exactly who he was speaking to. It was pretty much his default 'dad-face'.
