"Son, I think it's time we left. We can always come back another day and you haven't eaten all day." My dad looked dismal and depressed even though the tears had disappeared after mine.
"I want to stay. And is that all you can think about, food? How selfish can you get?"
"I am not being selfish you insolent child! How dare you suggest that I'm not hurting over your mother!" He gave me a hard slap around the face. I probably deserved it. I silently got up and followed my dad to the car, his face now flustered and filled with tears. We drove back in silence and for the next week we only talked when we needed to. Life was becoming dull and too gloomy to bear. I decided to accept the first invitation that my dad had made for conversation since mum's death.
"So, Ryan the deadline for handing in your A-level options is next week isn't it? What are you thinking of doing?" I paused before I gave him an answer, I knew he wasn't going to like what I was going to say.
"I'm going to study my A-levels at college."
"Well the only A-Level that my school offers that I want to do is Biology so I'm going to do the rest in Billbarank College."
"Billbarank College? But isn't that like, 130 miles away?"
"Well how are you going to get there?"
"I'm moving. I've already been accepted for a job at the local café and I would start in September. I've already agreed to share an apartment with Angus so my accommodation is pretty much covered." He stared at me then, his right-eye twitching, his other eye watering.
"And what are you going to study?"
"Neuro-Biology, Psychology, Nutrition and Philosophy. I'm going to dedicate my life to curing cancer. If mum hadn't cancer in the first place, she would have never had to stop in the middle of the road. And I think if I stayed here and ended up like you, my life would become screwed up. I mean, you're a mess. And if you're not willing to move on with your life then I don't see the point in staying here any longer." I knew I was acting like a prick, but if I didn't say anything, my dad would never move on with his life. He looked me in the eye and spoke as calmly as a cloud. I could see him quiver with rage as tears continued to well in his eyes.
"Then get out. I want you gone as soon as possible. I don't think I want to consider you my son any longer." I nodded as I rose from my seat and took my plate out into the kitchen. I saw him continue to fill out his VAT form while a single tear dropped from the edge of his chin.