The word rang loud and ugly through your skull.
The clock on your car radio read 7:30p.m. like a ln angry, red signal.
You promised. You promised Matthew that you would be at his show tonight. The ten-year-old boy was counting on you. You pinky swore. Everyone forgot about Matthew.
Except for you.
You went to every event, every game, recital,concert. Hell, you even went to parent teacher conferences. That boy was expecting YOU. Not his father. Matthew was going to be looking for you.
Traffic was terrible! It seemed like the universe was working against you. "Dammit!Dammit!" There was an accident about half a mile ahead and it wouldn't be cleared for about two hours by the looks of it.
In a spur of the moment decision, you parked your car on the side of the road next to a local pub.
"Aye! Lass!," the pubowner bellowed. "Ye cain't park that 'ere!"
"I'm sorry Allistor," you pleaded. "I'll be back for it I swear!"
You ran out into the pouring rain, your feet splashing anxiously in the large puddles. Your chest was burning, lungs heaving. You didn't care, you needed to get to Mattie. You lost your footing on the slippery ground and fell. You caught yourself with your hands instantly regretting your decision. Your palms were cut and bleeding, burning like someone poured alcohol on them. This was bad. The school was still a mile away.
You heard the roar of a motorbike and heavy footsteps in the pouring din.
"Oye! (y/n)!" He stood)you up by your shoulders and led you toward his bike. "Hop on Lass," he ordered you. You obeyed, climbing in behind the Scotsman.
The two of you shot up the road, making much better time in the smaller vehicle. In no time at all, Allister was pulling up at the school.
"I'll wait. 'Ere lass." You barely heard him as you tore into the elementary school.
The auditorium was empty, your Mattie stood alone on the stage. Despite the hollowness of the room, the little boy played his violin like an angel. His eyes were closed and Matthew wore "the sweetest expression. In that moment, he wasn't worried or timid. His playing was bold and bright and in your opinion, he was better than Austria.
Heedless of your stinging hands you gave him a standing ovation. Your arms moved in wide sweeps. You whistled and cheered, filling the silent room.
Matthew looked up and his blue eyes shone as he saw you.
You ran to him, sweeping the shy boy up in a hug.
"(Y/n)! You're here," he squeaked.
"I promised didn't I." You held the boy tighter. "I didn't forget about you."
Thee were tears in your sues as you hugged him. Matthew deserved so much more, but you would do what others didn't. You wold be there for as long as he needed you. Because who was he?
He was Canada.