A/N: (takes a deep sigh) Okay, so, here's a oneshot. I've specially designed it so there is no way anyone can ask me to write another chapter! Haha, just kidding, but it's a oneshot... okay, think I've established that. Anyway, I know Dougie's dad left two weeks before/after (I can't remember) before he joined McFly, so this is written from Doug's POV about that. Written after MITO (Motion In The Ocean) came out. Enjoy
Disclaimer: I don't own Dougie, or his Dad, or Jaz, or his Mum.
Dad,
Mum said this would be good, a way for me to 'release my feelings'... she's always a nutter. I probably won't send this, but I think there's a few things I need to write down.
I'm mad. No, I was mad when you accidently killed Marty, my first lizard. I'm pissed. Really pissed. I don't understand why you left. Were you mad at me? Did I do something wrong? Well, now I don't speak all that much, so I s'pose you should be happy now. Why did you do this? To Jaz and Mum, they miss you loads, even if they won't say it out loud. I miss you too, but I'm finding it hard to want you to come back when I hate you. Yeh, Dad, I hate you. Hate, hate, hate. Why? Why on earth would you leave, right before I was about to go to London? Was it because of that? Because I thought it was for so long. I still do, sometimes. Am I doing something wrong by doing something I love? You never understood how much playing bass meant to me. You just brushed it off as a hobby that wouldn't get me anywhere. Well, you were wrong. Seven number one singles and two number one albums! Me and the band are doing great things, and you never even call to say "Well done!" I'm not expecting a full-out party, but you could have at least left a message on my mobile.
Am I a failure, Dad? Did I fail you? Should I have just stayed in our little neighbourhood for the rest of my life, never even chasing my dream? I feel stupid, asking all of these questions that will never be answered. But it's almost relieveing, getting all this stuff out... maybe Mum's not quite the nutter I thought she was. You made me feel like a failure. And to think, you used to be my hero.
In case I ever do send this, just answer me this: are you happy now? We haven't spoken in so long, you've probably got the perfect son and the perfect daughter and don't need us mucking up your life. So tell me, has leaving us helped further your happiness? Because then I would at least know that I felt like shit for something worthwhile. If you can't feel the sarcasm dripping off of that, you've become as unfeeling as I would expect you to be.
Doug
A/N2: So, what did you think? Review, please!