The Hero's Fight: A Short Story

I apologized to Christopher after our fight. It was wrong to get so angry and hit him. But he had no idea how frustrating it was for me. To raise him alone and have him mention that… man when I told him not to constantly, it was hard not to get upset. I decided to prevent us from fighting, I had to confiscate his book. It was about Mrs. Shear’s dead dog which reminded me of her evil husband. How could he, after all those years we were neighbors? And Judy, my wife, how could she? It was only fair that she left, she was dead, dead to me. When I got home from work the next day, I thought about how dishonest I have been to Christopher. I never told him why we didn’t speak of Mr. Shears or the dog, or that I lied about his mother passing away. I knew he wouldn’t question any of this but I still felt guilty. I looked in the mailbox as always. There was another letter for Christopher, from 451c Chapter Road in London. It was from his mother. I hid the envelope between the post and went inside. I knew Christopher was upstairs, probably in his room, so I called out from the bottom of the stairs. He came down and greeted me as usual. Noticing how he took longer, I asked him, “So, what have you been up to today, young man?” He automatically responded with the overview of his day. I …show more content…
I called out to Christopher. No answer. I called out again after some time. No answer. I was getting concerned, so I went upstairs to find him. His bedroom door was open, but he wasn’t inside. I opened my bedroom door and there he was, curled up in a ball on the bed, looking very sick. He had been sick, he threw up on the bed I also saw the cupboard was open. Oh no. “What are you doing? Those are….” I shouted and cursed. But I wasn’t angry at him, I was angry at myself, for letting this all happen. I let my own anger and hatred hurt my son. I started crying, trying to apologize and touching him lightly on the shoulder. Then I tried to