Taylor's POV:
Stuck in the treehouse again.
Dean said he fixed it.
He lied.
So now i'm sitting up here alone, waiting for Sam to get here. Why is he taking so long??? I called Dean to tell him to come get me but he was too busy mashing face with some girl to listen to a word I said. Here's how the conversation went. I remember the exact words.
-beep, beep-
"Hey Tay."
"Dean? I need you come pick me up."
"Sorry, little busy-" a voice in the background exclaimed,"OOH, my tounge ring!"
I had to restrain myself from dry heaving.
"Dean, Please?!"
"My God, Tay, can't it wait?"
"No! The tree house is about to collapse!!!"
"Why the Hell did you go up there? It's broken"
"You said you fixed it."
"Well, like i said, I'm busy."
And then he hung up.
Oh shit! It just creaked really loud!I can feel it weakening. HURRY UP, SAMMY! Great. My perfect day. Dad's on a hunt, sure hope he doesn't die (though if he did i probably wouldn't even notice). He's not home enough, maybe a couple hours of the day, and most of those i'm asleep. I hear him go into my room at night sometimes. Those nights I have to try to stop crying.. I don't want to seem like I'm crying for no reason, but i can't tell him why. Then he'll either say, "Get over it. Why can't you be more like your brothers?" And I couldn't take him saying that one more time. That would just be too much for me to handle. Or he would be home from hunts more often. And that's his job, i don't want him to stop doing what he loves.
"My Little Girl" By Tim McGraw is playing on the radio in the corner. This song makes me want to cry because of the line "Sometimes when you're asleep I whisper I love you in the moonlight at your door. As I walk away I hear you say Daddy love you more" My father would never say that.. But the thing that really gets me is that I would tell him I love him more. I would say it a thousand times. A million, even. And it would be true. And if i did say it, he wouldn't even be listening. He would be too busy ordering Dean around like a dog, or saying how proud he is of him. Or complimenting Sam. Saying how smart his little boy is.
I've seen the way he looks at eyes, so filled with pride, said maybe, just maybe he didn't mess this one up. Let the record show that not once John ever looked at me like that. Even for one second. Or told me he's proud of me. And he certainly doesn't show it. He doesn't show ANYTHING-
Wait, I hear Dad's car... Yes it is his car. Oh, shit, it's collapsing! Dad's gonna kill me for coming up here. I hear Sam, but if I move, it's gonna fall, I just know it! Well here I go.
CRRRRRAAAAACK
CRASH
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Sorry it's so short, it's just an intro.