No Longer Your Son Novels & Stories

He had forgotten The man before him was no longer living in the present. “If you’re assisting him, that’s fine,” his father continued firmly. “But that position belongs to my son. And only my son.”

I had spent my whole life performing for an audience and woke up one morning to an empty room. I was staying in a flat on the city's eastern part that was registered under a shell company, nothing connecting back to the Hawke name I no longer carried. Three rooms. It was everything I owned but felt nothing like home. Six days since the council. Six nights of lying on my back staring at the ceiling, jaw tight, replaying Damian's voice off those stone walls. “You are no longer my son. You are no longer part of this pack.” The elders had watched. Nobody had argued. Lyra had made a sound beside me she would never admit to.

He was his father’s only son in charge of the multi billion dollar business across the majority of the states. And Celine, the road trips. The whispered promises. The long shifts at the hospital where Celine, my best friend, covered for me just so I could race to Jeremy for dinner. The nights I stayed with her, crying about him pulling away, and she stroked my hair and swore she’d never let anyone hurt me. My stomach twisted violently.

His face was red from drinking. Jimmy handed him the bank card. “Here’s the five hundred thousand Charles promised you. From this point on, he’s no longer your son, and you’re not his father.” Dad snapped and smashed his bottle. “So, he thinks he’s successful now and doesn’t want his father anymore? Where is that idiot? He’s been gone for days. Where did he run off to? “He wouldn’t even take my calls. He’s probably out there enjoying himself alone.” Jimmy said quietly, “He’s dead.”

There obsession was worse than I realized it to be. "You just don't remember and." I interrupted him because he would not be filled with hope. "You will never be my son nomatter how much you hope and try because a son that can hurt me like you is no son to me. So it's time to get out of your head and look In front of you because I'm not your mom." My words had him taking a choked breath.

"I understand where you're coming from, and I..." "No, you don't understand! You don't fucking understand! You abandoned me! You abandoned me for years, and led your little perfect family, and now you want me back? Now, you suddenly remember you have a son somewhere? After all these fucking years! You're crawling out of your home to tell me I have a fucking father somewhere?"

He scoffed, “the use of the words my son. You are going to fight for custody and turn them against me. Maybe Matthew will be their new Dad.” “I can't believe you. Here you are trying to make one mistake and making another.” I walked towards the boys bed, placed kisses on their foreheads. “If you really need to know, Matthew doesn't stay with me anymore.”

This is what you've done. But I will not forgive you for ruining my life. I won't let this past for the rest of my life. I despise you now, Leah Hayden, Mom. I am no longer your son. You are no longer my mother and I despise you greatly. We are strangers now. I severed ties with you and I will not step my foot in this house again. Even if you die, I won't come for your funeral. I will come to see you in your tomb. My paths have ceased to cross. Stay in your world and I stay in mine, we are worlds aparts!!!" Louis declared.

He jabs his finger into my shoulder hard, and I stumble back slightly. Samuel grabs me to steady me. He glances down at me, and it’s a simply reassuring look, but right now, it makes no difference. “You want me calm, darling? Fine,” Father states in an unusually calm tone, considering he was just shouting. “Henceforth, I no longer have a daughter. My sons do not have a sister,” he declares, and I feel the words like a punch. He’s just ended me existence within this family, parts of my begin to crumble and I cry.

"Azeria dear... I'm still mad about the stunt my son did, but we’re still thankful that you and my grandpa are perfectly fine. "I lost your... mother," he grumbled."I can't handle it. You disappear from my son's company, and the same person does this again." He took a breath to stop her tears, but they collapsed.