Title: To Protect
Author: Winter Blaze
Summary: "It's all Matt's fault and he's going to pay." When I heard my dad say that, I knew I had to protect him. I just didn't know it would make me feel....
Authors Notes: Warning: This is a much darker fic. Do not read if you do not want to read about abuse, well this story won't be too violent, at least I hope not. I do not own the Lizzie McGuire Character's, nor do I plan to make money off this story.
Default Chapter: The Funeral
I have never seen my dad cry. Not once, in all of my sixteen years, but today he cried. Cried for the whole world to see, but in truth he cried for my mom, his wife, Jo McGuire.
The funeral service was over. I said good-bye to the Sanchez family and the Gordon's. I also thanked them for coming. In return, they told me if I need or my dad and brother needed anything that I was not to be hesitant to ask. I told Miranda and Gordo I would see them in school tomorrow. They left with their family, as I was saying good-bye to people and giving my thanks to them for coming.
Dad drove us home. I insisted that he let me drive. I know I just got my license and I am happy about that, but don't think I thought this was an opportunity to drive. All my dad said was, "I'm driving. Now get in the car." I did as I was told even though I really do think my dad should have not been driving because he was still crying. I heard that you are not supposed to drive when you are upset.
My dad started the engine, and we drove home in silence. When we went inside the house, I started cooking dinner. I knew nobody was going to eat it, but I needed to keep busy. I went into the living room and saw my dad and Matt, sitting on the couch. I cleared my throat, but none of them looked up, so I said, "Dinner's ready."
A kept the stove on low just in case, but when an hour passed I gave up. I put the food away and went upstairs to my room. I did my homework, picked out my outfit for Monday, and then changed into my pajamas. I brushed my teeth in the hallway bathroom, and then I checked on Matt. "Matt, did you finish your homework?" He just nodded his head. "I'm going to check on dad, then I'm going to bed." I closed his bedroom door. I knocked on my dad's door and when he didn't say, "come in," I opened the door to find him sitting on his bed. I went over to him, "Dad, I'm going to bed. I'll see you in the morning." I turned around and left. I knew he wanted to be alone.
As I walked back to my room, I cried for the first time. I knew my dad was probably doing the same as he looked at their wedding photos. I climbed into my bed and still the tears where coming, so I let them come and I cried myself to sleep.
Author: Winter Blaze
Summary: "It's all Matt's fault and he's going to pay." When I heard my dad say that, I knew I had to protect him. I just didn't know it would make me feel....
Authors Notes: Warning: This is a much darker fic. Do not read if you do not want to read about abuse, well this story won't be too violent, at least I hope not. I do not own the Lizzie McGuire Character's, nor do I plan to make money off this story.
Default Chapter: The Funeral
I have never seen my dad cry. Not once, in all of my sixteen years, but today he cried. Cried for the whole world to see, but in truth he cried for my mom, his wife, Jo McGuire.
The funeral service was over. I said good-bye to the Sanchez family and the Gordon's. I also thanked them for coming. In return, they told me if I need or my dad and brother needed anything that I was not to be hesitant to ask. I told Miranda and Gordo I would see them in school tomorrow. They left with their family, as I was saying good-bye to people and giving my thanks to them for coming.
Dad drove us home. I insisted that he let me drive. I know I just got my license and I am happy about that, but don't think I thought this was an opportunity to drive. All my dad said was, "I'm driving. Now get in the car." I did as I was told even though I really do think my dad should have not been driving because he was still crying. I heard that you are not supposed to drive when you are upset.
My dad started the engine, and we drove home in silence. When we went inside the house, I started cooking dinner. I knew nobody was going to eat it, but I needed to keep busy. I went into the living room and saw my dad and Matt, sitting on the couch. I cleared my throat, but none of them looked up, so I said, "Dinner's ready."
A kept the stove on low just in case, but when an hour passed I gave up. I put the food away and went upstairs to my room. I did my homework, picked out my outfit for Monday, and then changed into my pajamas. I brushed my teeth in the hallway bathroom, and then I checked on Matt. "Matt, did you finish your homework?" He just nodded his head. "I'm going to check on dad, then I'm going to bed." I closed his bedroom door. I knocked on my dad's door and when he didn't say, "come in," I opened the door to find him sitting on his bed. I went over to him, "Dad, I'm going to bed. I'll see you in the morning." I turned around and left. I knew he wanted to be alone.
As I walked back to my room, I cried for the first time. I knew my dad was probably doing the same as he looked at their wedding photos. I climbed into my bed and still the tears where coming, so I let them come and I cried myself to sleep.