To everyone there, I had caused his death. They would say what kind of adopted son leaves his emotionally deranged father alone to go party through the night.
Yeah that was me. You know why I hate death, its because it does not give people the chance to explain themselves before they go. Like in this case, everyone was saying: You know very well he attempted suicide less than six months ago, why did you leave him home alone.
Yeah, I had come back in the morning from my party to find a dead David, my father, in his bedroom dead. Now that moment brought me all the ridicule of his fellow lawyer friends. Noone ever bothered to hear me out. David himself had asked me to have a life, partying and womanising and all that and now to these peope suddenly it was my fault.
My name is Adrian. David's adopted son after my Dad, also David's friend, Joe, died five years ago. To others I was in luck because Joe had been a drunkard and David a lawyer so you can see the elevation in my lifestyle from Joe's son to David's son.
Newsflash, to all these people since I'm David's only relative, I'm the heir and that doesn't fit in well with them from a junkie's son to a lawyer's son and now just a rich bastard. What these people don't know, I'm actually David's biological son.
Surprising right, but I don't know if they are blind or not, or they just don't want to acknowledge it, considering you I've got David's eyes and face, actually even a stranger would notice the resemblance. I can gladly say over 80% resemblance.
I don't blame them though, it also took 17 years and Joe's death for David to realise that I'm his son. Apparently David had been one of 'those guys' in high school and I hope you know what I mean. He'd impregnated a girl who never told him. She'd transferred but it seems Joe had known and when she had died when I was 6 months old. He had claimed me as his own from my Mom's parents and they had agreed to cut ties. David was studying abroad this whole time. So when David had returned, he'd lied about me being his own son fathered while David was abroad.
I had spent 17 years of my life as Joe's son, then after his death,I spent 5 years with a father I had grown up knowing as an uncle. He tried to be there for me and tried to compensate for the seventeen years but for him it was never enough. He told his life experiences and all and I think I forgave him. Dude has had a rough upbringing, orphanage then rough high school life. I ended up feeling pity for him.
Well back to his funeral, the police say there is no sign of a break-in and also the poison in his system is the same as the one he used when I apparently saved his life six months ago.
About that, dude tried to take his life with a suicide letter saying I'm sorry whatever. Truthfully for 4 years and a half, I had lived with him as my adopted father. This whole issue of him being my father was mentioned in the suicide letter of the failed attempt. Imagine the shock I had then but the truth I had been long suspecting it. So the last six months had been our only real father real son bonding time. That's when he had told me about his whole life.
The only mystery he never told though, about my mother. About that he never said a thing.
So apparently his mates - the lawyers and his clients are the small group at the funeral and nothing speaks ill of him. The only other person I recognised was a guy wearing all black. Yeah everyone was wearing black but this guy, he was wearing a black overcoat, maybe it was the fact that he wasn't standing near anyone is what caught my attention. I quickly ignored him, there were a lot of people coming to offet condolences and others already asking me to sell the shares at the law firm, talk about business minds. No respect for the dead.
The only other other time3O saw the guy, he was staring at me. I started walking towards him and dude just turned and walked away. I watched him get on his bike and leave.
Well talk about David's clients. Probably a client he always saved from prison. I sighed and at this time turned back to the crowd of mourners. I spent the remainder of the whole day greeting people. Yeah, it had been a long day indeed.