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She is the one - Chapter 19 from jashley13

Date: 10/21/2014, Categories: Fiction, Cheating, Male/Female, Romance, Teen, Violence, Author: Michael.F, Rating: 90.2, Source: sexstories.com

they’d assist us with the funeral arrangements and everything but…I stopped listening after I heard that my son was dead.” “Oh, God,” I said, my stomach dropping guiltily, “I’m sorry.” He ignored me. “So…there it was. Just dead. One minute we’re having dinner and the next we have a uniformed guy stepping into our home to tell us our only kid is dead.” He shook his head and put his face in his hands. “So…yeah, I was kinda pissed off.” “You could have taken the day off,” I said lamely. He glared at me. “I never missed a day of work. Even…even with my son…” He broke down, shaking with sobs but unable to produce any tears. His face was twisted and a line of spit trailed from his mouth, but his eyes were dry. Like he’d cried out every tear he’d ever had. I just stood there, unable to do anything. “I’m sorry,” I said. Slowly, he regained control of himself. “And then…losing my job…” He coughed again, spitting beside the bench. “God, that was a kick in the ass.” “Sorry about that, too,” I said, grimacing as I realized that I was kind of responsible for that. He shook his head. “Well, I almost got you killed. Or close to it. I don’t know, I just…I was so mad that day. And you…damn it, Harrison, why are you so much like my son?” “I didn’t know I was.” He peered at me. “Same attitude, same confidence…all that. Even looking at you now…” He stared at me for a second, then looked away. “I wanted it to be untrue. The military got it wrong or something. Just…wanted him to fight for it, ... you know?” He coughed again, leaning forward as each hack seemed to take a little more out of him. “Coach,” I said, bending down to try to catch his eye, “Do you have someplace to go? I mean, your home or something?” He snorted loudly. “Home? You think my wife stayed with me after all that? She’s gone. I don’t know where.” He leaned his head back against the bench, staring up at the sky and taking several deep breaths. “Lost the house…weeks ago.” “Where have you been staying?” “Wherever I can.” “Coach…let me call someone. We can get you help.” He just looked at me. “Help me how? My son is dead. My wife is gone. The only person I’ve talked to in weeks is you…and you’re the reason I got fired.” He ran a hand through his dank hair. “Things just…fall apart so easy, you know?” I looked away. “Yeah…” “This is the first Christmas I’ve ever been alone,” he said distantly, looking around, “My wife and son…we used to make a big deal out of it…” “There’s plenty of places you can go. They’ll take care of you. Get you whatever you need.” “What I need?” he said harshly, “What I need…is gone, Harrison. Gone. What do I gotta look forward to now? A soup kitchen and a cot in the community center? What?” “I don’t know,” I replied, “But it’s better than nothing, right?” “I got nothing.” He dug his hands deeper into the pockets of his coat. “Nothing.” He looked at me again. “Why are you even talking to me? You’ve got better places to be. Your girlfriend and stuff.” I decided not to explain the ...