“Hey dad, my team won our first baseball game!” Bianco said galloping into the living room of his parents’ two bedroom apartment, slamming the front door shut. Bianco was a medium size unicorn colt with an all white mane, dark black hair. And eyes as golden as Celestia’s sun. A thick, large light brown eathpony with messy dark hair, a five o’clock shadow, a ventair cap, and a pipe hanging on the edge of his muzzle, sat there in his easy chair paying little attention to his son. “Great job kid, now move. The Real baseball game is on, and you’re blocking my view. His father said trying to look past his son that was blocking his line of vision. “Whatever....” Bianco said tossing his saddle bags and bat to the floor. He ran into his room and flopped onto his bed, burying his head into his pillow. He sat there for a while. His anger flaring up inside, but dared not let it out. Then, a sudden knock at the door broke through his wall of concealed anger.
A short pale white unicorn mare with long silky smooth hair the color of a plum, eyes sparkling like the stars in Luna’s night sky. A sewing needle piercing a ball of yarn graced her flank. She stood at the doorway. “Get out mom....I don’t feel like talking...” Instantly ignoring what he said, she trotted over and laid across from him putting her forearm across his back. He look up at her and was met with a kind smile as if to say ‘It’s alright, you can tell me anything’. She had a way of speaking entire sentences without uttering a single word. Bianco’s eyes began to water. “It’s just, no matter how hard I try... I can never make him proud of me.” Bianco said with his voice slightly cracking. “Bianco...you’re father is just, just-” “An ass?” Bianco said interrupting his mother, who was shocked at his poor choice of words. “Watch your mouth! You’re not grown just yet.” “I’m fifteen, seems pretty grown up to me..” His mother let out a deep sigh. She took a look around his room, noticing every detail. From the color of the walls, to the small deck of baseball cards sitting on his nightstand. That’s when it hit her. An idea to cheer him up, at least for now. “Tell you what, I’ll take you shopping for a new baseball bat.” Bianco had sat up now. “OH! And perhaps a new uniform, maybe some new gloves and a helmet. Of course a new pair of cleats. You’ll be the most dashing player this side of Manehattan!” She said stifling a giggle. She rushed out the room nearly knocking down his father without even noticing. Bianco didn’t notice his father standing in the doorway. The thick brown stallion at the door frame with a slight smirk.
“So,” He said clearing his throat. “You won your first game eh?” The heavy stallion said. “As if you care, get out of my room while I wait for mom.” Bianco said in the coldest voice he could manage and turned over on trying to forget that his father was even their. Annoyed, his father walked over to Bianco’s bedside and planted a hoof dead in his muzzle. “You will show me some respect. I know you don’t like me, and Celestia knows I ain’t crazy about you either. But, you will show me some respect. As long as you live under my roof, You will respect me!” “Then maybe I’ll just leave! Anywhere is better than this dump!” Bianco nearly shot his lungs out with that last sentence. His father stood there in silence for what seemed like hours. His face cracked an evil grin. One that would stop the princess dead in her tracks. “That seems like a perfect idea. Pack your bags and get out. We’ll see if you have what it takes to make it in the real world. Away from all this shelter and food I give you.” Bianco sat there stunned. He’s bluffing. There’s no way he’s serious about throwing me out. Mom would never allow it. “Alright, I will!” Bianco prompt up from his bead and made his way to his closet, taking out his suitcase he always kept ‘Just in case’. “Bianco, are you ready to go-” She trotted into the room with her mind wondering why her only son was packing a bag. His father stood there with the same grin he had moments before. She looked at him and then at Bianco, still packing his bags without saying anything. “Oh no...You’re joking! You can’t be serious. Bianco whatever it is we can work it out, theres no need for you-” “It’s ohkay mom, It was his idea anyway....” Done with his packing, he stood. He walked towards the front door. There was silence. The only sound was the baseball fans cheering as Spankies scored a homerun.
“Hey kid.. before you go, take this.” He tossed a switch blade over to Bianco, who caught it in his mouth and put it into his suitcase. He faced back toward the door about to step out. “So, you’re really going through with this? His mother said stepping forward with tears in her eyes. Bianco just stood there, his eyes focused on the floor. “Well, we wouldn’t want to keep you.” His father said, grinning all the while. Luke turned around to face his mother and father, secretly wishing he could stay. But his pride was too big. Without saying any goodbyes, he opened the door, and left closing the door behind him.
For a moment there was silence. Once again the only sound was the TV still playing the baseball game. It seemed like hours had passed before the silence was broken. “I’m going after him!” His mother said opening the door ready to bolt out. “NO! He won’t last a day out there and he’ll come running back, begging for me to let him in. Then and only then will he respect me.” He said returning to his easy chair to catch the last inning of the game. “What good is respect if he winds up dead out there?” “Then it would have been a pointless effort to have left in the first place.” “Effort? You through him out! If you showed him some compassion the way a father is supposed to, than this would have never happened!” “You don’t get it. The boy needs to learn from this experience, just as he will learn from his experiences later on. The boy needs to learn to be a colt that can stand on his own four hooves. That foal needs to learn to grow up. That’s why I ‘kicked’ him out.” “And that nonsense about respect?” “That was just an excuse to throw him out” “You’re making a mistake. What exactly does he need to tuffin’ up for?” His father sat there, unsure if he should speak again. After a few moments’ pause, he spoke. “Don Fedora....” “Fedora?! What does he have to do with anything? You said you cut all ties to the mon! And what does our only son have to do with him!?” Bianco’s father sat there for another long moment. He was thinking. If he should tell her the whole truth, but he had already said too much. “I’m going out. You will Not go after him. I’ll be back around eight....” With that he headed out the door.
