"Please don't do this to me." Prince run to his father who was packing his bags. He had to stop. "Dad, I don't want to go with her. I want to stay her with you guys. Please don't lemme go with that stranger."
Chris pulled his hands way from his son's hold. His heart was breaking into a million pieces but what could he do? Nothing. He couldn't do anything to save his own son. What kinda a father was he anyway. He was so useless. Reigns was even a better father than him. It's true what they say, you don't need to father or mother a child to be a good parent.
He turned away from his son. He didn't want to see his tears. Not his angels tears. The kid he had raised since child birth. He was the one who was there with him in every step. He was the one who cried with him each time Prince cried. And yet, he was giving him up. Like he was nothing to him. Like he meant nothing to him all those years.
He had to be the worst father there is. Even Mr. Freeman wasn't that cruel or was he?
Chris pulled another heap of clothes from the closet and threw them in the suitcase, he was folding them. He didn't need to...
"Please dad, don't you love me anymore?" Asked for the tenth time breaking Chris' heart further. "Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry Dad. I really I'm. Please forgive me. I promise I'll be the best child ever. I'll get even A+ just to make you more proud of me. Please father lemme stay with you guess. Lemme see my siblings being born. I promise to be the best big brother ever. Please dad."
This time Prince had kneeled down and Chris just turned. It seemed like that was his favourite thing to do so far. Turning away from his son. He chose to do that three weeks ago anyway, so why not continue. The same kid he called his blessings was now letting go of it. The one who stopped him from commiting suicide years ago. The one who gave him a reason to leave when he thought he had none.
Now he was turning his back on him. Turning his back on a seven year old kid who knew nothing. His own flesh and blood. He really hated himself for what he was doing. He did.
Chris walked to his son's shoe rack and carried as many shoes as he could. Once again, he threw then in a suitcase and went back for the rest. His son was still in his knees begging to be spared. Promising to be the best son ever when he was already everything that a father could ever ask for in a kid. He was getting As in school and he still thought that Chris wasn't impressed?
"Talk to me father. At least say something to me." The kid didn't know when to give up. "I love you. I really do. I love mamma. I love Gabi and Gab. I love granny too." He got up as if remembering something. "I know why you want me to go with that stranger, it's because if what I do to nanny right? I promise to stop it. I'll never play such game with her again. Please dad. I don't want to go with that stranger."
Chris stopped zipping the case. He had had enough of Prince. Not in a bad way but he was making him hate himself farther if that was even possible. He hated himself for what he was doing, but it had to be done. He knew Kim will never stop till she got what she wanted. He just knew it. And he wasn't ready to submit his son to a court war. At least Prince deserved better. And if being with Kim was the best thing, then Chris was willing to let go. He was.
"I told you a thousand times that she is no stranger son." He didn't mean to shout at him but he couldn't control his temper anymore. He wasn't mad at Prince so to be clear. He was mad at himself. "That woman is your real mother. And she is here to take you away. She wants to get to know you better. To spend time with you. You can always come to visit."
"No, I don't want to come to visit." Prince shook his head moving back. "I want to stay here with you. For the love of God. Remember, for ride or die you'll be my best buddy."
"And you'll still be..."
"Then why are you letting me die?" The question he had no answer for. "You didn't even put a fight for me. You just gave up so easily when you fought for the rest of your family. Or is that why? Are they the reason you no longer need me? The reason your getting rid of your trash? Did you even ever love me? Or was I just something to hold back from going sane?"
"Don't say that son..."
