Chapter 4 - What Happened Between Our FathersChapter 4: What Happened Between Our FathersThe journal looked ordinary.
Brown leather.
Worn corners.
Yellowing pages.
But Marcus held it like it contained something dangerous.
My father didn’t touch it.
He simply stared.
“I thought you burned those.”
Marcus gave a sad smile.
“So did I.”
I sat at the kitchen table.
“Can someone please explain?”
Dad looked at me.
“This has nothing to do with you.”
“It does now.”
He couldn’t argue with that.
Marcus opened the journal.
“Daniel and I were twenty-two when we started training together.”
My father leaned against the counter.
Marcus continued.
“We were both competitive. Too competitive.”
Dad said, “You were worse.”
Marcus almost smiled.
“You weren’t exactly humble.”
That surprised me.
My father?
Not humble?
Impossible.
Marcus looked at me.
“Your dad wasn’t always the man you know now.”
Dad raised an eyebrow.
“Careful.”
“You want honesty?”
Dad nodded.
Marcus continued.
“We competed constantly. Sparring. Tournaments. Everything. We wanted to prove who was better.”
“What happened?”
Marcus opened the journal.
“One night, I challenged Daniel after class.”
Dad looked down.
“It was stupid.”
“You accepted.”
“That was also stupid.”
Marcus nodded.
“We sparred without a coach.”
My stomach tightened.
“That’s against academy rules.”
Dad looked at me.
“Yes.”
“What happened?”
Marcus exhaled.
“I lost control.”
He looked embarrassed even decades later.
“I kept attacking after Daniel told me to stop.”
I glanced at Dad.
“What did you do?”
“I defended myself.”
Marcus gave a short laugh.
“That’s putting it politely.”
Dad ignored him.
Marcus continued.
“I rushed him. Slipped. Hit the edge of the mat badly.”
My heart jumped.
“How badly?”
“I couldn’t breathe.”
Dad’s expression became distant.
Marcus looked at me.
“Your father called emergency services and stayed with me until the ambulance arrived.”
“That sounds like he saved you.”
“He did.”
“Then what’s in the journal?”
Marcus turned several pages.
“My writing from that night.”
He read a sentence quietly.
Daniel put me on the floor. I thought he was going to kill me.
I stared at him.
“That sounds completely different.”
“Because I was angry.”
He closed the journal.
“I blamed him.”
Dad said nothing.
“For months,” Marcus continued, “I told myself he had gone too far. I wrote things that weren’t fair.”
“And Tyler read them?”
“Yes.”
“But didn’t you explain?”
“I tried.”
Dad looked at him.
“Did you?”
Marcus flinched.
I realized what Dad meant.
Maybe Marcus had waited too long.
Marcus lowered his voice.
“Tyler already believed you hurt me.”
“Why?”
“He’s angry at everyone.”
“That’s not an answer.”
Marcus sat down.
Then he finally told us the truth.
Tyler’s mother had left several months earlier.
Not because of Marcus.
Not exactly.
Their marriage had been failing for years.
Arguments.
Distance.
Financial pressure.
Tyler blamed Marcus.
Then he found the journals.
In his mind, a story formed.
His father had once been strong.
Then Daniel Carter humiliated him.
Then Marcus became cautious.
Soft.
Different.
It wasn’t logical.
But anger rarely is.
“So Tyler thinks Dad ruined your life?” I asked.
Marcus nodded.
“Partly.”
Dad looked frustrated.
“And you never corrected this?”
“I did after I realized what he believed.”
“When?”
“Three days ago.”
Dad stared at him.
Marcus whispered, “Too late.”
The room went quiet.
Then my phone buzzed.
Emma.
I answered.
“Hello?”
Her voice shook.
“Lily?”
“What’s wrong?”
“There’s someone outside.”
I stood.
“Who?”
“I think it’s Tyler.”
Dad moved instantly.
“Put her on speaker.”
I did.
Dad spoke.
“Emma, lock every door. Stay away from the windows. Is an adult home?”
“My mom’s upstairs.”
“Go to her now.”
We heard movement.
Then Emma gasped.
“He’s leaving.”
Dad asked, “How do you know it was him?”
“He left something on the porch.”
“What?”
Emma went silent.
Then she whispered:
“A martial arts patch.”
My blood went cold.
It wasn’t mine.
It was a copy.
Across the center, someone had drawn a red X.
Dad called Emma’s mother.
Then the police.
Marcus buried his face in his hands.
“This is my fault.”
Dad looked at him.
“No. Tyler’s choices are his.”
Marcus stood.
“I need to find him.”
Dad blocked the doorway.
“No.”
“He’s my son.”
“And right now, he’s angry and unpredictable.”
“I can calm him down.”
“Can you?”
Marcus froze.
Dad’s words were harsh.
But true.
An officer visited Emma’s home.
Another came to ours.
They couldn’t arrest Tyler for standing outside a house without stronger evidence.
But the threat was taken seriously.
The school suspended him.
He was barred from the after-school program.
And Marcus agreed to keep him away from us.
For two days, nothing happened.
Then Friday night arrived.
At the gym, I was training with Dad.
The building was nearly empty.
Rain tapped against the windows.
I was practicing footwork when the front door opened.
Dad looked up.
Marcus stepped inside.
Alone.
He looked panicked.
“Daniel.”
Dad immediately stopped training.
“What happened?”
“Tyler’s gone.”
“Again?”
“No.”
Marcus held up his phone.
“He sent me this.”
Dad read the message.
His face changed.
“What does it say?”
He didn’t answer.
I walked closer.
The message was short.
You always said Carter was better than you.
Tonight I’m proving you wrong.
My stomach dropped.
Dad grabbed his jacket.
“Where would he go?”
Marcus shook his head.
“I don’t know.”
Then we heard a noise.
From behind the gym.
A metal crash.
Dad turned.
“Stay here.”
But before he reached the back hallway, the emergency lights flickered.
Then everything went dark.
Someone had cut the power.
Marcus whispered:
“Oh God.”
Dad moved toward me.
“Lily, behind me.”
Then a voice came from the darkness.
Tyler.
“You wanted everyone to think I was weak.”
A flashlight beam appeared near the back door.
Tyler stood there.
Wet from the rain.
Angry.
Shaking.
But he wasn’t alone.
Two older boys stood behind him.
And suddenly, this wasn’t a school argument anymore.
Dad stepped forward.
“Tyler, send them home.”
Tyler laughed.
“No.”
Marcus moved closer.
“Son.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Please.”
“You chose him.”
“No.”
“Yes!”
Tyler pointed at Dad.
“You always talked about him like he was some hero!”
Dad spoke calmly.
“This is between you and your father.”
“No. It’s between all of us.”
Then Tyler looked at me.
Especially me.
And for the first time since this began, I saw something beneath his anger.
Pain.
Not an excuse.
But a reason.
Dad saw it too.
He lowered his hands.
“Tyler.”
“What?”
“You don’t want to fight.”
Tyler laughed.
“You think you know me?”
“I know what fear looks like when it turns into anger.”
Tyler’s face changed.
Dad took another step.
“You’re angry your mother left.”
Marcus closed his eyes.
Tyler’s jaw tightened.
“You’re angry your father couldn’t stop it.”
“Shut up.”
“You’re angry at Lily because she made you feel powerless.”
“Shut up!”
“And you’re angry at me because blaming someone is easier than admitting you’re hurting.”
Tyler’s eyes filled.
For a second, I thought he might cry.
Then one of the older boys behind him whispered:
“Forget this. Let’s go.”
Tyler snapped.
“No!”
He shoved the boy.
That was when everything changed.
The older boy shoved him back.
Hard.
Tyler slipped on the wet floor.
His head nearly struck the edge of a bench.
Dad lunged forward.
He caught him.
Just in time.
The entire room froze.
Tyler stared up at my father.
The man he believed had ruined his family.
The man he had threatened.
The man whose window he had broken.
And that man had just stopped him from getting seriously hurt.
Dad helped him stand.
“You okay?”
Tyler couldn’t answer.
Marcus stepped closer.
“Son.”
This time Tyler didn’t tell him to stop.
He just stared at Dad.
Then whispered:
“Why did you help me?”
Dad looked at him.
“Because you needed help.”
Tyler’s face crumpled.
And in that moment, the fight finally left him.
But the consequences were only beginning.
Because police lights appeared outside the gym.
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And Tyler had to decide whether he would keep lying…
Or finally tell the truth.
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