Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 4:24 am Post subject: The One Where Griff Gets the Shit Kicked Out of Him - Skip.
Harlow scrubbed hard at his face as he stepped out of the taxi he'd been in, glaring up at the building just in front of him. He was in Faulkner city and every reason why was fueled with resentment, hurt and anger. Over the past few years, or really as long as he could remember, his father had hardly ever been home.
They'd get him for a few days at a time on holidays or when something important was going on, sure, but this last time had really snapped the las bit of Harlow's patience. He'd grown up watching how upset his mother would get whenever Griffith would leave and he'd said he'd be home longer this time. But he'd run off after just a matter of a few days and Harlow was sick and tired of never having a real reason.
"Something had come up."
They'd heard THAT one enough. There was NEVER a reason and after seeing his mother cry, god she cried, after finding out she's pregnant again, he'd had enough. She should be happy and she busted her ass to raise him and his siblings. And their father seemed to just show up whenever he pleased, whenever the big things, the 'big accomplishments' happened and never when the downs had happened.
Never when Harper needed him the most, when THEY needed him the most. And no, no one even knew Harlow had left and he'd made sure he was half way to Faulkner before he called his mother to let her know where he was so she wouldn't panic.
And here he was now, standing in front of Griffith's apartment, every thing he wanted to tell him running through his mind. His heart was already pounding and he felt a little sick with nerves but things needed to be said.
If Griffith wasn't going to stay home, he might as well never come home. They were, in his mind, better off without him anyhow. He paid the taxi driver after peering at the meter, very awkward as he signed thank you before heading up towards the stairs for the apartment, reading the slip of paper that had the apartment number written on it.
He'd found Griffith's address in his mothers notebook while cleaning for her and that is what gave him the idea to go see Griffith himself, since he was always out of reach otherwise. And if Griffith wasn't here, he'd fucking wait for him.
He took a few deeps breaths before knocking on the door, brows furrowed tightly, jaw clenched, lips pursed and a shaky hand reaching up to turn his hearing aid up.
Griffith had been pacing his apartment for hours now which he'd been doing after having returned home when Harper had called him in hysterics and told him Harlow had run off to come see him. He jolted and spun around hastily when he heard the knock at his door and rushed over to answer it, not even bothering with the peep hole. He opened the door and let out a breath of frustration, but also of relief when he saw Harlow standing there.
"Harlow Starling Lawson Fitz, what do you think you're doing?" Griffith spoke, exasperated, and signed. He quickly gestured for Harlow to come in. "Your mother called me and she is worried sick."
"We need to talk." Harlow said out loud, not trusting himself with signing. He didn't want to step foot in Griffith's stupid fucking apartment that saw more of him than his own family did.
Harlow jerked away from him sharply, arm going up and he pushed Griffith's arm away with him by pushing with his wrist as he took a step away. "I am NOT going in there. And you are not going to start trying to parent me now." he said, tone sharp.
"Because.." Harlow took a deep breath. "Because I'm sick of you showing up and acting like our dad! Acting like you can just show up a few days out of the month or the year and act like everything is okay and that's it!"
Griffith felt his chest tighten as Harlow spoke. Of course, when he and Harper initially spoke about Griffith coming back to Faulkner, they both knew that surely something like this would come up but...it'd been so long. The kids were growing up and up until recently, Griffith thought things had been okay. Sure, the kids didn't have a typical home life, but they always seemed happy.
Harlow had always seemed so happy.
"Harlow...listen, handsome, I don't...I don't know what to say, I don't. I know that I should apologize, and I do, but, baby boy, I need you to understand I don't want to stay away from you guys." Griffith tried to explain without breaking. He reached for Harlow again, his hand shaking slightly this time. "I...I am your dad and I love you, I love you kids." He tried.
Harlow stepped back away again, eyes narrowing. "That's.. that's it?" he sputtered slightly. "You've left Mom to raise us, to take care of the house, to take care of everything! "Working"?! Yeah right! I don't even fucking know what to tell people when they ask about you or when they start saying shit! Oh Harlow, where's your dad? Oh Harlow, my mom says your Dad has another family! Poor Harper, left with four-oh right, FIVE, kids."
"Yeah, maybe you'd know if you were home once and a while." Harlow said bitterly, eyeing him still and thinking back to how many times he'd been upset when Griffith would leave, how many times his siblings would be, how much HARPER had been crying. "I don't know why you even both- you know what? Don't. Don't bother coming home. All you do is make Mom, or the twins, or Tessa cry."
"Harlow, you know I don't...you know I don't mean to make you cry, any of you. I love you all so much and...Harlow, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Griffith shook his head.
"I don't want to hear it. If this is where you want to be all the fucking time, then just stay here!" Harlow's voice rose then, even more upset. "Just stop fucking messing with us!" he turned for the stairs quickly.
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