The Apology | part one | 23/10/24 | Fellow Travelers AU | 1952

When Hawk received a call from his mother this afternoon, he felt a disturbing sensation overcome him. She told him repeatedly that he needed to come home. His dad felt unwell, wanting one final favor from his only child. That last thing was as an apology for what the son had done in that past. Hawk's nature was not any family secret, but they stayed being silent; his father hated him, and his mother tried quite her best in the circumstances.

One day, she asked for him to find a woman. He tried in order to give her grandchildren. However, she showed to him just how someone lives a life that is filled with lies, and there was no option for escape from within this system other than just to play along.

For a minute after he had the call he stared at his phone until someone knocked on it. He said, “Please come in.” His secretary noticed Mr. Fuller wasn't in good shape after the call yet needed signatures.

After glancing at few files, Hawk waved her in. “Please make sure that I do not have meetings because I have to leave for family matters now. My return probably will not be today.”

Fuller signed each of the papers after Miss Addison nodded respectfully then waited patiently. That is no problem for Mr. Fuller. I will make sure about it.

When the young woman left the office, Hawk prepared to leave. He locked all of his drawers as he always did so then he exited the office. One last time, he nodded at his secretary plus offered a friendly smile. The drive to his old home was unpleasant because he knew what awaited him therefore that thought alone made his stomach turn.

This afternoon the streets were jammed since everyone appeared to desire driving to family or another place. To go back to his old home was not a thing that he wished to do at all. It was a must that he keep on the mask, never allowing for his feelings to show. This was a hard challenge because of his family. He was a grown man, though it was easy to revert to his old self. His parents did not accept nor appreciate his efforts for improvement to be a better son. Hawk had taken all of the shame that his father had thrown and had done everything that was possible.

In the end, he did pay a heavy price when he went to war within the army. Hawk wanted this apology from his father because he had paid enough for that. He knew already of the answer which concerned the inheritance that he would receive. He would rather go without all of the money and also everything that came with the money than let his father humiliate him even from his own deathbed.

He knew hurting his mother would happen since she was good and always supported him. His mind would not be changed by him about the choice that he made to decline giving to his father the apology his son demanded. Having grown up, Hawk was no longer the boy he used to be or someone whom his father could push around if he chose to. He stood above him now, prepared if necessary to let his father feel this. This afternoon, Hawk got a call from his mother. He felt uneasy afterward. She did repeatedly tell to him that he needed to come home. His father wanted an apology from his son about his past actions, wanting one last thing in bad condition. What Hawk was stayed no secret inside the family, but they stayed silent; his father loathed him, while his mother did her best to be a good mother to her son, despite the hard conditions.

She asked that in one day he might find a woman. He attempted to give this woman grandkids. She did however show him how to live a life of lies. To act within this system was his only means.

He knew his mother would be hurt for she had always supported him as a good soul. However, his decision stood firm about: he would not give his father the apology. Giving about this was not something he would ever change his mind. Hawk had grown up and was simply no longer someone his father could push around if he chose to since Hawk was no longer the boy he used to be. He stood over him now prepared if necessary to let his father feel this.

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