Michael always had trouble communicating with his children. Tracey was always off showing her body to whoever looked at her and Jimmy just sat in his room playing video games all day. You were his only hope, and you definitely were the better of your two siblings. You were good in school and you helped out around the house. He was always proud to be your dad, but you were afraid to disappoint him with the secret you were hiding.

It was a random weekend when you sat down on the couch next to him with an apprehensive look on your face, and he could tell by the way you were looking around the room that something was on your mind.

“Something wrong, kiddo?” He asked, turning off the tv and giving his full attention to you. He looked worried about you.