Warning: Allusion to Alpha/Omega Vers.

This is Bon X Mal but Bon is just mentioned. I hope you like it.

POV: Erik

Hello folks. My name is Erik Young. I am Malcolm Young's son. I don't know my father, the alpha of the relationship, he left me and my dad when I was a little boy. Often...well...I'm 16 years old now and it's becoming more and more common for me to fight with my father. I was just on my way home. From school. My dad is the rhythm guitarist for the world famous band AC/DC so we moved around a lot. And even though my dad dropped out of school when he was my age, he still values my education. It bothers me. I could just make music like him. I can read and write, and what more do I need? But that's the way parents are. I guess. So I was on my way home and unlocked the front door. We lived in a small house in Sydney. I took off my hat and my school uniform jacket before tossing them in the corner along with my school bag. God I'm shattered today. I also took off my shoes and padded into the living room. My dad sat on the sofa and played the guitar. His eyes were closed as his fingers danced over each fret. I watched smiling. I love hearing him play. But most of the time his tunes weren't like what AC/DC played. They were slow, sluggish and sad. Dad was... you could say he was depressed. Until two years ago he was even an alcoholic. And all because my pops left us. Honestly, I think he must have been a huge asshole if he just left his family like that.

"Oh, hey Erik." Dad said suddenly, raising his head. His long dark hair fell out of his face and his green eyes stared at me. I had the same eyes as him, but I had light brown curls. Pops probably had curly hair. I don't know it. Dad had never told me about him.

"Hey, Dad." I said, yawning a little.

"Wow. Someone's tired, eh?" Dad teased, sticking his index finger in my side.

"Dad!" I exclaimed. I didn't like it when he tickled me. Dad grinned and stood up before placing his acoustic guitar in the guitar stand.

"Come on. Eat something. You're just skin and bones." He said and disappeared into the kitchen. I snorted and followed him.

"You're not better, Dad." I said as I sat down in a chair. "Your shirts are even too small for me, although they look big when you wear them." I grinned as I watched his cheeks blush. He put asparagus and potatoes on my plate, poured a yellow sauce over them and put a fish next to them. He put the finished meal in front of me. It was steaming with heat and my mouth was watering. God I loved it when he cooked this dish. Dad giggled and grabbed some food himself before sitting in the chair across from me.

"How was school?"

"Pretty good." I mumbled, popping a stick of asparagus in my mouth.

"What do you mean: pretty good?" He asked and drank a little water. I knew he hated drinking water, but since he still couldn't quite get over the idea of keeping his hands off alcohol, he drank water. He had also lost a lot of weight since he stopped drinking alcohol. And it really worried me sometimes to see him like that.

"Man Dad." I whined and gave him an annoyed look. "Just like it is in school. Boring." He grinned at me and cut off a piece of his fish. "You dropped out of school yourself because you didn't feel like it anymore. Just like uncle Angus."

"Yes. Now look at us." I rolled my eyes.

"Now you have money like crap and you can do whatever you want all day." I grumbled. He giggled.

"Yes, but suppose we hadn't succeeded. huh? Then we'd be unemployed with no roof over our heads." I rolled my eyes, which made him laugh. We ate in silence for a while. Dad put the plates in the sink and grinned at me. "Oh and by the way, next time you play with yourself, you can wash your underwear yourself." I blushed and stared at him in shock, which made him laugh. "What? I'm your father, okay? I know everything." With that he walked into the living room. I followed him and saw him sit back down on the sofa.

"Dad?" I asked, leaning against the door frame.

"Mh?" He growled while looking out the window.

"My teacher wanted to know if our class could maybe take a trip to your recording studio. You know, music lessons and stuff like that."

"I'm sure it can be set up." He nodded.

"And..." I began slowly.

"And what?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"In biology today we...we had sex education today." I began slowly.

"Yes?"

"And...you know...we went through this stuff with alphas and omegas...and that's when I asked myself... what sex is like." I said, blushing all over. Dad looked up at me unbelievably. God, why was he so serious today. It took a lot of effort for me to ask this question.

"Erik...are you kidding me?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"What is it?" I asked shyly, trying to be innocent. "I mean...yeah...I'm an alpha and you're an omega, dad. But... who else should I ask? Hard to ask Pops." Dad sighed before grinning a little.

"I'm sure he would have loved to fill you in on that." I swallowed.

"So... how is it, dad? How... how does it feel?" Dad looked at me with a pained expression. "It's supposed to be fun." I said, blushing a little. Dad sighed and stood up. He went to the dresser and looked at a picture that was there. He looked at it almost every day. It was a Bon Scott picture. The old singer of the band. He and Dad had been best friends before Bon died. He didn't talk about it often.

"Erik it...it has nothing to do with fun." He said softly, still looking at the picture. His eyes didn't stray from it. "It's... it's just the most special thing that can happen to you in your life. If you're with...if you're with your omega...in your case...I swear to you, it's nothing to do with fun. You just feel like you're in heaven and your throat tightens with the love you're going to feel. It's just so much love and you can't put it into words." I swallowed.

"Did Pops feel that too when he...when he did that to you?" I asked curiously. Dad swallowed.

"Yes." He said softly.

"Then why did he leave us?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. "Then why did he leave?" Dad turned and gave me a pained look.

"Erik, we talked about that." He sighed.

"I want to know who my father is!" I yelled angrily. "Why don't you tell me!? Are you afraid that I will look for him and stay with him!? That you're alone then!? Because I want to go too!? Away from you and your rules and your strict life!?" I was furious. No matter what tactic I tried, he would never tell me who my father was and I finally wanted to know. I am now 16 years old! I have a right to know who my father is!

"Erik." Dad sighed and looked at me. "He loved you okay?"

"Then why did he leave!?" I screeched angrily. "All the other kids in my class have a Pops! Just not me! That is so unfair!"

"I know sweetheart. And I'm sorry." Dad sighed and wanted to hug me, but I pulled away.

"Look, you don't give a damn about how I'm doing."

"That's not true at all. What are you saying, Erik?" He asked and looked at me in shock.

"Don't act so hypocritical. It's always, "Bon here, Bon there." Seriously, he was your friend. Why do you keep talking about him? Also, I heard he died drinking with a woman. So why are you talking about him all the time. He wasn't such a great friend if he didn't care what you..." Ouch! Holy shit! I hadn't seen it coming, but Dad had reached out and slapped my cheek. It hurt and burned. Damned. He had only hit me once and that was years ago. He glared at me angrily and I jumped in fear. Even though my dad was only 1.60m tall, he was pretty damn intimidating. He glared at me, fire blazing in his green eyes. His body was shaking and he was panting loudly.

"What gives you the right to talk about him like that!" He yelled angrily. His voice echoed around the room, bouncing off the walls. My otherwise calm father was anything but calm. "How dare you talk about him if you didn't even know him!? How can you..." I cut him off and summoned up all my courage.

"That's the reason, isn't it!? He fucked you dad! He shagged you! And that's why my pops went away! Because you cheated on him with that...that Bon! I hate you! You're a miserable bitch, dad! You ruined my life! Pops loved you and you cheated on him with that disgusting Bon! He should have taken me with him, he should have..."

"ERIK IAN YOUNG!!!!!" His voice thundered through the small house. It was dead quiet and now I was really damn scared. I think I even peed on myself. "Go to your room, I don't want to see you anymore today!" He shouted. "Go and think about what you just said! And when you get yourself in, you can come out again for my sake!"

"This is so unfair!" I cried sheepishly. Dad took an angry step towards me and I immediately ducked behind my arms.

"TO YOUR ROOM!" I ran up the stairs as fast as I could and closed the door behind me. I made sure to close it as quietly as possible. Damn, I had never seen him so angry. And all because of that damn singer. All because of that goddamn Bon. I lay down on my bed and started crying. Pops must have left him because he didn't want to be yelled at. That was definitely the reason. And that damn Bon...I'm pretty sure that he fucked Dad. I'm an Alpha myself and I know you don't do that! You don't touch someone else's omega! Anger welled up in me again. This time, however, I wasn't angry at Dad, I was angry at that goddamn Bon. A few minutes later I had an idea. I quietly crept down the stairs. Dad sat on the sofa and cried. That shocked me deeply. I had never seen him cry in my entire life. Never. He held the picture of Bon in his hands and sobbed. I got angry again and stormed out the front door.

Continuation follows...