I'm No Superman

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Chapter Twenty

The sounds of a car rattling immediately awoke Aiden. He felt groggy and sick to his stomach, as his eyes began to clear, he saw Alison looking back at him. He was in the back of Michael’s car.

“What happened to me?” he asked.

“Try and rest.” Alison said. “You passed out. I don’t know why.”

“You’re lucky we found you, man.” Michael said. “Could have been a lot worse.”

As Aiden tried to sit up, he reached in his pocket and took out his phone. His mouth dropped as the screen lit up, as if it had just shown him his death certificate.

“My dad doesn’t sound too happy.” he whispered, sitting back.

“We’re taking you home now. At least you’re safe.”

The car bumped up and down along the roads, keeping Aiden’s mind rattling all over. What happened? Had his powers suddenly backfired on him? Maybe the energy was completely sucked out of his system.

Alison handed him a bar of chocolate from the front. “Here, you need to keep your blood sugar up. You don’t look too good.”

Aiden reached out and took it slowly, taking one bite. “Thanks, guys.”

“No problem.” Michael replied. “Okay, we’re here.”

Aiden’s heart sank as they stopped in front of his apartment complex. Whereas Alison and Michael jumped out of the car, Aiden slowly unbuckled his seatbelt and cowered out, putting his hood up to stop the icy rain running down his body. Alison put her arm around him and kept him walking towards the door.

As they got in the elevator, Aiden’s mind wouldn’t stop thinking about how his dad would react? It wasn’t exactly the best position to be in. Home much later than he said he’d be, as pale as a sheet and looking as if he’d been awake for hours.

His eyes flashed green as he began to blink rapidly, his eyeballs felt as if they had papercuts with the tears streaming down him. Alison gripped him tighter.

“Keep it together, okay?” she whispered. Her soothing tone did snap Aiden out of it for a second.

“We’ll try and explain it to your dad.” Michael said.

As the elevator dinged open, Aiden slowly paced over to his door, opening it slowly. For a moment, it was dark, until the lights suddenly came on, blinding him.

“Where have you been?” his dad asked.

“Mr. Malcolm, I can explain everything.” Michael attempted to say.

Andrew put his hand up. “It’s okay. You two have done enough. Now please get home safe. I need to have a talk with my son.”

Alison’s face sank to the floor as she waved a timid goodbye to Aiden, walking out slowly. As the door shut, Aiden’s stomach tied in a million knots. For the first time in his life, his home felt like a prison.

“You want to explain why you were out so late? Or why you’re in the state you’re in?”

Aiden kept his head down, trying to walk towards his room.

“Don’t walk away from me, Aiden! We’re having this talk now.”

Aiden stopped in his tracks, clenching his teeth as a green light kept flashing in his eyes. He felt a strange numbness in his limbs, as if his body was shutting down.

“Dad, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t begin to cut it, young man. Did you ever stop and think about how worried I was? It’s a storm out there again; you could have been seriously injured. And I’m not exactly in the position to go running out searching for you, I think we both understand that.”

Aiden wobbled over to the couch, sitting down and trying to stretch his limbs. Each movement felt painful, his arms and legs both began to feel like dead weights.

“Now look, I understand what’s been happening here has been difficult for you to cope with, and I was young once myself. However, it does not give you the right to spend your time doping yourself up with whatever you’re on.”

Aiden tried not to smile, but his dad wasn’t in the mood for jokes.

“Oh, you think this is funny now? You think it’s funny that Michael had to drive for an hour and a half to come and pick you up? You think it’s funny that I had to calm Alison down because she was afraid something bad had happened to you? When are you going to start taking responsibility?”

“Dad!” Aiden yelled. “I get it, okay. I screwed up, I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to tell you.”

Andrew sighed heavily, slowly pacing around the room.

“Try and calm down.” Aiden whispered. “It’s not good for your health now…”

“This isn’t about me, Aiden! This is about you gallivanting around out there as if you’re invincible. Let me tell you something, you’re not. How many more nights like this is it going to take before you realize that?”

“This is nothing to do with me and parkour, I don’t know what happened to me, but it won’t happen again.”

Andrew shook his head. “You’re right. Because I don’t want you doing this for a while, not until school’s over. You’ve got yourself into one too many incidents, and I’m not going to wait for a third one.”

“That’s not fair!” Aiden screamed, slamming his fist on the couch. “You can’t do that.”

“I’m your father. Yes, I can. That’s final, now go to your room.”

Aiden shot up from his chair; his knees shook as he tried to keep himself standing. “Do you think it’s easy for me knowing you could drop dead at any moment? Who’s the real one pretending they are invincible here, Dad? It’s definitely not me. You won’t even go to the hospital to save yourself.”

“Don’t speak to me like that, Aiden. I’m not one of your little friends.” Andrew said, clenching his teeth.

Aiden shook his head, scrunching his nose as he tightened his fist. “Fine, you know what, that’s fine. I’ll just wait till you’re on your deathbed before you start listening to me.”

As soon as those words left his mouth, Aiden immediately felt like he’d been punched in the gut.

His dad stared at him with his mouth wide open. He rubbed his eyes, clearly trying to hide what he was really feeling. As the silence between them went on, Andrew began violently sweating from his brow.

Aiden panicked. “Dad, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Go to your room.” he ordered, breathing heavily.

“Dad, this isn’t nothing. You need to go to a hospital.”

“Don’t be dramatic, now get to bed!”

As Andrew gripped his heart, he fell to his chair. Aiden rushed to his side without thinking, and as they made contact, a large bright green light blinded them both, knocking Aiden to the other side of the room. His head hit the wall, dazing him.

The world began to fade as the pain grew stronger between them both.

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