Michael Murphy's Greatest Hits by Michael Murphy

Author:Michael Murphy [Murphy, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-63476-721-7
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2015-10-09T00:00:00+00:00

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THE COPS didn’t get out of their car that time, but simply drove away once Patrick and his dad were out of the car. Patrick guided his father up the front walk to the house, sticking close beside the man. When Patrick opened the front door and walked inside, almost instantly he was assaulted by his mother’s voice. That was the only word that really worked. It was a full-out assault. He didn’t just hear her—he saw her. She was immediately right there in front of him, in his face. She looked furious, and all her fury was directed at him. Patrick didn’t know where this was coming from.

“Where the hell have you been?” she demanded angrily.

When he didn’t immediately answer her question, too stunned to, she continued her verbal assault. “I asked you a question! I didn’t know where you’d gone or what you’d gotten yourself into. Haven’t we been through enough today? Did you have to add to my grief? I’m asking you a question!” She placed her hands on his arms and shook him. “I’m talking to you!” In case he hadn’t figured that out already, she slapped his face, hard. It hurt, but he was too stunned to react. His parents had never struck him before. He didn’t know why he’d been hit.

His father had rallied a bit during the drive back to the house. Before she could hit Patrick again, his father was between them. He grabbed her hand and stopped her from hitting their son a second time. All that did was to divert her anger to him momentarily.

“Why are you protecting him? Huh? My son’s dead, and he’s not thinking of anybody but himself!”

Patrick had actually been doing just the opposite. He’d put his own anxiety and needs aside and had done what he thought was best for his family, given the horrible circumstance. He brought his hand up to his face to rub where his mother had just hit him.

His father might have held her from hitting him physically a second time, but it was impossible to stop her words from assaulting her second son. “You ungrateful little pissant. We sacrifice and slave away to take care of you, and all you do is make our grief worse on the worst day of our lives.

“It’s your fault.”

Patrick wanted to object. He didn’t know what he was being accused of, but he didn’t like the direction this rant was taking.

“It’s your fault that the last thing I ever said to my baby was yelled in anger. It’s your fault that he left this house thinking I was mad at him. It’s your fault. I can never tell him again how much I loved him. It’s your fault.”

She was wound tightly and was more furious than Patrick had ever seen her. And then it happened. She said something that hit Patrick harder than any open hand could slap him, harder than any fist could punch him, more painfully than any words ever spoken to him any time in his life.

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