Brown-Eyed Boy novel Chapter 9

"Are you Liam Anderson?" He asked,

"Yes sir."

" Follow me, " He instructed gruffly. I didn't have to question where he was leading me to, for I was certain of dad's visit today.

When I got to the visitors' bay, he was sitting in a corner, hands on the table, fingers interlocked.

He raised his head as if he sensed me and our gaze met. He stood up quickly, and pushed back his chair, as I hurried towards him.

His face hardened the moment he noticed my bruises and his eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Hi, dad!" I attempted a cheerful approach, but he just stared thoughtfully.

I went just in for a hug. His arms wrapped around me tightly, I flinched. He made an

attempt to step back, but I tightened my hold needing that comfort, only he could offer at the moment.

"No touching!" One of the guards bellowed, forcing me to step back sadly.

Dad shot his best glare, but the guy shrugged it off with its policy, bullshit and walked off.

I could tell dad was not taking my mangled state well. I smiled nervously as I sat hoping my ribs wouldn't act up.

"How bad is it?" He asked, scanning each exposed bruise. I knew it would kill him, if he caught a glimpse of my stomach so I put on a brave face.

"I'm okay, dad." I lied instead but of course he didn't believe me. I wasn't much of a liar.

He stretched his hand intending to hold mine, but hesitated when he spotted the guard peeking at us. "How are you dad?" I asked "Tell me about home please," I begged and his gaze softened.

"Maria went on a date yesterday." he blurted in conspiracy referring to my nana.

"Facebook guy?" I remembered him mentioning Nana's mystery man on our phone call the other day.

"Yeah, Gerald is his name."

He filled me in on everything, happening at home, leaving no detail out. Our satisfying talk came to a halt, when he once again tried to inquire about me.

His pained and helpless expression, brought forth tears I was fighting hard to hold. He pulled his chair closer to mine and held me loosely as I sobbed. I laid my head on his shoulder, trying to calm my breath, until I heard him tell someone to back off.

I lifted my head, and saw the same guard from earlier, towering over us.

I pulled away, wiping my face. Dad didn't like it when I moved my chair, creating some distance between us. I didn't want to risk him getting thrown out before his visiting time was over.

"It's hard... So hard dad." I finally admitted the obvious.

"Should I file for a transfer? With all these bruises it's evident your safety is threatened." He tried reasoning

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