When you were bron, you were told you'd be dead by the age of 7 years old so your father and mother wanted nothing to do with you. But then you made it to 10 years old. And then your dad has been spoiling you.

Today,. you're on the plane with your dad. You're not allowed outside often. You go to school two times a week and you carry around a portable oxygen tank on your hip with a nasal cannula in your nose. You have to have a watch to show your vitals. You glance at your dad, then you look away.

"Caleb" he says as he doesn't stop typing on his computer. You're on his private plane. "I heard you got asked out to a dance." He says as he glances at you. "With a boy."

You pause and your heart sinks. You're gay, but you haven't come out yet. And you don't talk to your dad that much, especially not about this.

"Caleb." He says. You stare at him. "You need to learn a poker face son, but... If boys, are what you're into. Then that's fine. Just don't hide things from me, understand?"

You nod. He nods. "Good boy, now get some sleep, we'll be there in a few hours. And I don't want you to stress your lungs."

When you wake up, you're in a wheelchair again. Your legs often give out so you need crutches or your wheelchair. You glance up at your dad who's calmly pushing you. Even though he hates admitting it, your dad is very caring towards you.

He brushes your hair back and kisses the top of your head.

"Caleb," he says. "Do you wanna come with me to the company or do you want to stay at the penthouse?"

You think. "With you" you mumble in a soft quiet voice. He nods and pushes you out into the Parking lot to the car. He helps you in and drives. "So, what else do you not tell me Caleb?" He asks. "You can tell me anything... I promise you I won't judge sweetheart " he stares at you

You're 14 years old, a freshman in highschool, you're a boy and you're distant from your dad, but he is loving towards you.