Tucker laid down on his double bed with a black comforter. His feet
stretched just short of the edge as he reached over and turned on his
It seemed to be an all-too-typical 17-year-old guy's room. It had sports
posters, memorabilia, a TV, and a fairly new stereo. He found it ironic
sometimes, a gothic-minded person with a preppy-looking room.
As he turned on the stereo, he inserted a CD, AFI to be more exact. Tucker
Brian Morgan was his full name. He laid back into his pillows, letting his
school-desktop brown spikes rest gently above him.
As the songs continued to play, Tucker slowly fell under the intoxication
of sleep. He pictured himself outside the two-story house as a car pulled
into the driveway. It was a rusty '84 Grand Prix, much like he saw in old
pictures around the house. The man that stepped out didn't appear much
cleaner, sporting old, dirty, faded blue jeans and a white T-Shirt.
The man said his name was Mike Deegan and that he was on a trip from North
Carolina. Tucker asked what all that had to do with him there in Akron,
Ohio. Before the figure, no taller than Tucker, could respond, Tucker was
awakened from a ringing of the doorbell at his family's front door.
The youth, roughly 5'8'', preceded downstairs to the front door. A man,
much like the one he had envisioned in his dream, was standing on the other
side as Tucker peered though the peephole. What the hell? He thought to
"Can I help you?" Tucker asked as he opened the screen door.
The man shifted his weight and looked up. "Uh, yeah. Is uh, well, do you
know anyone by the name of Tucker Morgan?"
Is this guy trying to kidnap me? What's wrong with him? He thought, but
instead responded, "Um, I'm Tucker. Why?"
The man wriggled more, looking down at his feet now. "Uh, well, Tucker,
this may come as a shock to you but. . ."
Nothing surprises me anymore. Tucker thought.
"I am your father."
Tuckers jaw dropped. I take that back. He looked into the eyes of the man,
who now was unsure of himself and his being there. "That's news to me, to
say the least." Tucker said after a pause.
"I figured it would be." His biological father began. "I'm sure you know
the story by now. Before you were born, I left. Eventually I moved down to
the Carolinas. Rah, blah, blah, I decided it was time to make myself known,
so I came up here on a trip."
"Let me guess, you're from North Carolina?" Tucker asked, afraid of the
Mike shook his head. "No, South actually."
Tucker smirked. Grandma always did say dreams were the opposite.
"So, Tucker, I'm here now. You've grown into quite the young man I see."
Mike stuttered. "And, um, I'm gonna shut up now and let you say something."
Tucker sighed and looked past the man and into the woods across from his
house as he spoke slowly. "I would be floored if it wasn't for me dreaming
about you every so often without any ending. I guess this is the ending
though. Before me stands a man who is part of me, I am his seed, his
offspring, and now I look into his eyes for the very first time. I never
thought this day would come, ever. And by the way, I thank you."
His biological father was taken back and showed a puzzled look on his face.
"You thank me for what? I haven't done squat for you, ever."
The boy smiled for the first time now, he felt bad inside, but he knew he
had to do it. "Why, father, I thank you for everything you have given me.
You have given me a world without your seemingly worthless and hopeless
self. You have given me a 'step'-father as they say, that I think more as a
real father and a better father than you would have ever been to me. You
have given me a reason act differently than an average, uncaring, happy-go-
lucky teenager that doesn't feel pain and agony. You have given me
depressing thoughts and dreams that I would be unaccustomed to in any other
situation. And most of all, you have given me the opportunity to thank you
for doing all of that, and to, for once in my life, not be the better man,
but a vengeful one. I thank you for the opportunity to shut you out of my
life forever, and not give you a chance, just like you did to me, walking
away from it all. Once more you can walk away from me, because poisoned
hearts will never change, but this time it is on my terms, not yours.
Goodbye, Mr. Deegan. I hope you go to Heaven, because I have no room for
you in my eternal Hell, and even if I did, could not bear to live with a
soul such as yourself."
Slowly Tucker shut the door, locked it, and went back upstairs.