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Hey guys! So recently I was re-watching season 14 and the whole Hollingsworth family drama storyline really caught my attention, which gave me the idea to write this fanfic. It takes place right after the end of Firestarter part 2 and deals with how the Hollingsworth kids are coping. It will be a medium to longish story, so expect lots of chapters! I literally have nothing to do for the rest of the summer so I'll most likely be uploading very frequently. That's about it, so I hope you guys enjoy!
Hunter stared at the ceiling, watching the patterns the moonlight created from the opened window. He sighed and checked his phone. 4:54am. He was known to stay up late playing video games, but not this late. Especially on a school night. Then again, Hunter wasn't even playing video games; he was lying awake for hours, unsure of what to make of the recent events. Dad threw a mug at him. Miles told him off. Miles got slapped. Frankie tried to prove to dad that she wasn't behind the cheerleading scandal. Frankie almost died in the process and all he cared about was his stupid campaign. Each event was linked to the next. Even though he should be furious at dad for all that he's done, there's a part of him that still wants to pretend that none of it ever happened, like everything is fine.
But things like throwing cups at your child or slapping or neglecting your child aren't suppose to happen. You see or hear about the sad stories of child abuse on the news and think that poor kid. That could never happen to me though because my family is perfect. Then, in the blink of an eye, everything changes, and your family isn't so perfect after all.
"Hunter? Hunter, it's time to wake up and have breakfast!"
Hunter groaned and rubbed his eyes. "Be right there mom!" he called out. He slid his feet over the bed, yawning loudly. Man I barely slept last night Hunter thought to himself. What was it that had kept him up? Oh yah, the fact that his family was crumpling to pieces. At times he blamed Miles for always setting their dad off, but other times he blamed their father for not paying attention to his children. And sometimes he was so sick of all the fighting and yelling he'd wish it would just stop so he could get a good nights sleep. But that was asking wayyyy too much of the Hollingsworths to accomplish.
As he sleepily stumbled through the hall and down the stairs, he wondered what kind of outburst there would be at breakfast. It would probably be between Miles and their dad no doubt. He yawned again. He was sooo not ready for a full day of school and family drama. He didn't even—
"Oh Hunter, look what you made me do!" yelled their dad.
"Huh?" Hunter muttered, confused, until he looked up and saw their father, now holding an empty pitcher; he was completely drenched in orange juice. "Oh, sorry dad," he offered.
"Are you kidding me?! This was a brand new shirt that I was going to wear to my interview!"
What was his problem? It wasn't like he didn't have another billion shirts just like that one.
"I said I was sorry dad," he said tiredly, not wanting to start something
Mr. Hollingsworth looked at his son incredulously. Did he not understand the importance of his interview? If he didn't impress the media, he would lose the election. It was bad enough his daughter was exposed as one of the delinquents behind the cheerleading incident and his eldest son had started a fire at school. But here Hunter was, standing stock still, as if ruining his new shirt was no big deal. He suddenly felt the urge to slap him. After all, he had done the same to Miles. He could do it to Hunter too and think nothing of it. He started raising his hand slowly, but froze when he heard footsteps. His wife and Frankie entered the room, laughing about some dumb movie they had seen together the night before. The two women stopped dead in their tracks when they saw him. Frankie looked like she wanted to say something, but Mrs. Hollingsworth, sensing tension, quickly ushered her daughter outside. Mr Hollingsworth glared daggers into the fearful crystal blue orbs and pushed past him, causing Hunter to stumble back a bit.
Hunter just stood there, too shocked to even move. What just happened? Was a shirt really what set his dad off or was it something more? What did Hunter do? He didn't start a fire or sell naked photos of himself. If anything he was the one who always defended their dad, assuring Miles it was just the campaign stress that was putting him on edge. He even called his brother out for giving their dad a hard time on his parenting. Hunter sighed. If only someone had listened to Miles, none of this would have ever happened.
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And that's the first chapter! I'm sorry if that was short, I'm gonna try to make the next chapter longer. Next update will probably be this weekend or early next week, so stay tuned! Don't forget to review and follow and favorite!