Robert had dreamed of seeing his son again for what felt like forever. This wasn’t how he’d wanted it to go, but it was how he’d expected it to go, if he was honest.
“David,” he spoke softly, tears glistening in his eyes. He knew this was David. He’d heard the rumors that James was dead, followed quickly by the assertion that no, he was alive and well. But Robert knew deep down what had really happened. James was dead. David had been forced to take his place. Robert had failed both his sons.
“Please, David, give me one chance. Let me explain. Please.” His voice trembled slightly. Did David really think he’d chose the bar over his own family? Perhaps he did, but that was because he didn’t know the full story. Robert had to tell him.
“Just one chance. Please, can we talk somewhere? Somewhere private? I don’t … I don’t know what your friends know, and I don’t want to reveal too much if you haven’t told them.” Did they know David had a twin once? It was a secret that had almost got him killed when he had tried so hard to help James. He wasn’t going to let it hurt David more than it already had. “And if … if you don’t like what I have to say I …” his voice caught in his throat, but he forced himself to continue. “I’ll leave you alone forever after that, if you really don’t want me in your life.” His voice was pained, but if David really would prefer to never see his father again, Robert wasn’t going to force him. He had to do what was best for his son, even if it meant not being a part of David’s life ever again.
upon hearing his father calling out his name it's difficult not to shift into the little boy who would look out over the fields of his parents farm , hoping and waiting for his father to come over the hill back home. remembering watching his mother have that same hope to only cry softly at night when she thought he wasn’t listening is what keeps him from welcoming his father with open arms. in his mind , the man didn’t deserve it. however , he could hear the sound of mary margaret’s voice in the back of his head telling him that robert should be given at least a chance. if he turned his father away now without hearing an explanation then he might regret that for the rest of his life.
the pain he hears in his father’s voice is a surprise. could a selfish drunk feel such remorse for leaving his family? a sigh leaves his lips as he glances around at the people he’s come to call family. mary margaret knew about his twin , james , but other than that it wasn’t something he broadcasted.
‘ i don’t have anything to hide , but it might be better if we do go somewhere private. ‘ the townspeople didn’t need to listen in on their conversation and david didn’t want to be influenced by anyone’s opinions. mainly , mary margaret’s. he knew she would try to talk him into building a relationship with his father , but that was something he’d have to decide on his own. ‘ you have one chance. don’t take it for granted. ‘ he motions for his father to follow him down towards the beach. it wasn’t a far walk and it was less crowded than the square had been. upon reaching a private enough place , david turns on his father expectantly. ‘ you have a lot of explaining to do but you can start with where have you been all this time? mother and i thought you were dead. obviously ... that isn’t the case. ‘
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