Not at Fault
Raph slowly dragged his eyes open. He saw Mikey and Don watching a sleeping Leo.
"Hey Raph," Mikey whispered.
"Hey guys." Raph said before turning his attention to Leo.
"Do you think he'll be okay?" Mikey asked.
"Physically, yes. Mentally and emotionally, it's going to be a long recovery." Don sighed.
"Mmph... mi?" Leo groaned.
"Hey there, Leo." Mikey greeted warmly.
"Hi," Leo replied. "Raph, did you tell Don and Mikey?"
Raph shook his head.
"Well, I guess I'll tell you it all..."
After telling his heart wrenching story, Mikey was hugging Leo and looked like he would never let go. Don was quietly sobbing. Raph had tears streaking down his face.
"Leo... I'm... sorry." Mikey tightened his grip on Leo.
"I'm okay," Leo put on his best smile.
Raph, Don and Mikey exchanged disbelieving glances.
"No you're not, Leo. We all know it." Don replied.
Leo sighed in defeat. "Alright, so I'm not okay, no one is okay. Everyone has a problem going on in their life."
"Leo, that's not the point. The doctors are releasing both of us today. You have no where to stay... you know that." Raph said.
"Yeah..." Leo said quietly, he shrunk back into the overly fluffed hospital pillow.
"You could stay at my house." Don suggested.
"Really? I mean, I've never actually stayed at someone's house overnight. Dad didn't allow it." Leo sank back deeper when he whispered the last part.
"Well, that... monster, isn't here anymore." Raph replied, snarling the word monster as if it was a disease.
Leo stared blankly at Raph before quietly replying, "It's not his fault."
Don, and Mikey all stared at Leo like he just revealed the cure for
cancer. "Leo, how is it not his fault? He started drinking, he beat you,
he chose not to stop, he made you... cut, then he broke your arm."
Mikey said. The list felt like bullets in Leo's heart. He was fully aware.
"Dad was never good at dealing with things. When mom left him, he was at a loss of what to do. Like me with... self harm, he heard drinking was pain relief. Unfortunately, he did find relief in every shot. He would never remember what happened when he was drunk. Then he never stopped because the pain of mom wouldn't stop. He isn't at fault. He was confused and found relief in something bad. I never blamed him for anything." Leo felt hot tears slip down his face.
"But... Leo-" Don began.
Suddenly, the door slammed open, leaving a brown eyed women with almost black hair standing in the doorway.
Leo stared at the woman, shocked. A man stepped beside her and stared at Leo too.