A/N (Cryandia): This fic is based off of personal experiences. Most is a work of fiction, but we added some things that we both experienced. These experiences happened with our fathers, they were traumatic experiences that managed to leave behind a lot of scars, both physically and mentally. Some are still recovering, which is my case. We've moved on and we're open about it now, this fic is evidence, yet, don't expect every detail to be told.

A/N (Takaluca): Just like she said, we had to learn really young how to deal with certain feelings. And we try to bring some our experiences through the words we write in this page. If you think this is too depressing, believe us, it happens more than you think. Even if this is published in my account, I would say Cry worked just as hard or even harder than me, and for that I'm grateful that we work together in this.

Though we hope you enjoy what we wrote. English isn't our first language, so there might be minor mistakes in grammar. Sorry for that. Anyways, we hope you enjoy.

So, you want to hear my story?

A story about my sisters, my father, my mother and I. We used to be a happy family. A big, happy family. We were close, sure, with the occasional argument here and there, but that never separated us, it only made us closer.
We were all happy. Until my father lost his job, he was a chef at a restaurant, he had no other choice but to go back to his former IT job. He had to go on a lot of business trips, so he was often alone in another state.
Which would lead to some...events.

I still remember the day he left, before we found out.

It was a cold afternoon in October, just a month after school started. I remember all of us gathering around the door to say goodbye to my father. It had only been three weeks since he came back from his last trip, but no one knew why he was leaving so soon.

"You're leaving so soon? But you just got back."

"Rita, I told you, it's a business problem and my boss says I have to go back. I'll be staying in a hotel tonight and I'll arrive there tomorrow. I'll be back by next Monday."

The sun was almost down, in that Tuesday evening. For most people, it was just another day to complain that it wasn't Friday already. For the Louds, however, things were quite out of ordinary, and that was coming from them. Lynn Sr wasn't wearing his usual clothes, instead, he had a dark suit with a white shirt, and a red tie. He was carrying a suitcase, probably full of clothes. He was standing on the porch just in front of the house main door, as his family was gathered in the front door.

"Do you really have to go, daddy?" Lola asked, hugging her father's leg. "We missed you so much last time."

"I know sweety, I missed you too." he said, hugging his daughter in return. Most of the other sisters joined the act of love. "But people need me, and I'll save them from all evil that threaten them" He said, raising his hand like a superhero which made some of his daughters giggle in return.

"Lynn, I'm glad you got your IT job back after Aloha Comrade shut down, but it looks like you're working a bit too much." Rita said, concerned.

It's true. After his new business didn't went according to his plan, he was lucky to find a job, so he could raise his family. More money was coming in, but that money had a cost. Lynn Sr had to travel quite often to some of the companies main bases. Most of them were concentrated in the state of Oklahoma, and that was his destination that day.

"Don't worry honey, it's only temporary. Besides, if I continue like this, I might even get a raise, and you all know what that means," Lynn asked, exited.

"Presents!" The Loud Siblings cheered. Lynn Sr. chuckled a bit at the excitement of his children.

"Okay, let's check the list," Lynn Sr. grabbed a piece of paper from his pocket, clicking the pen. Soon enough, each sibling began talking over each other, wanting their gift to be written down.

"Kids, one at a time!" Rita quiet down the excited children.

Gifts weren't common, which was understandable.

My dad wrote what everyone wanted. Unfortunately, his cab had already arrived so we all gave him a quick group hug before he went on his way. He waved at his from the cab and we waved back. We watched until the cab turned the corner and was out of our sight, everyone except me went inside.

Everything had went back together in less than a day, my mom did struggle handling us all, but she always managed. She was a strong woman and I can see where my sisters got their independence from now. I had never seen her cry.

Until that night.

Three Days Later

The usual ruckus of the Loud residence was its usual loud, like the family's name suggested. No matter how much the neighbors complained, the house was still rumbling with noise. It was almost natural, if more then three of the siblings are together, you can assure you're going to be facing Loud noises. The thing is, it's already hard to keep control when both parents are present. Imagine of there is only one. Rita was struggling to keep the house standing, and even if Lori helped here, the work of a single mom was something she was glad she didn't had to face. She would do anything for their kids if needed, even if it meant working alone to raise them properly.

The only moment you might find some sort of peace is during nighttime. After all, it doesn't matter how much noise they could produce, because one hour or another they will have to go to sleep. But this would be one of the many nights the family will remember for a long time.

Lincoln, just like most of his neighbors, was excited for a moment of peace and quiet. He had everything set, his pile of comics, his exposed underwear, a small snack, a flashlight to see under the covers, and no one to bother him. By now, most lights in the house were off and, if the sound of Lynn's snoring was any indication, his sisters were all asleep.

He got under his covers and turned on his small source of brightness. The reading was entertaining for a few minutes, until he heard something odd. It wasn't Lynn's snoring, and neither any sound one could produce while sleeping. He heard a crying. It must be loud so he could hear it, but it's not like the house's walls were known for actually blocking any sound.

Whoever he was, it was definitely annoying him. He got up and put on his PJs to see what was happening. When he finished changing, he heard a knock on his door. When he opened, he saw two of his younger sisters, Lana and Lola,in their nighttime clothes. They seemed to be frightened about something.

"Lola? Lana? What happened," Lincoln asked, worried they might have been the source of the noise.

"We heard a ghost," they both claimed at the same time. "Can we stay here?" they asked.

Then, another cry echoed through the hallway, making both twins begin shaking, as they quickly went under Lincoln's covers. Apparently his sisters must've heard that crying as well, due to sound of doors opening. He turned around to see them slowly approaching his room.

"Okay, who's making that sound?" Lori asked, irritated by her sudden awakening.

"Is not a ghost." Lucy explained. "This type of sound can only be caused by disturbance in human emotions."

"We already don't understand Lisa, and you're going to speak just like her?" Lynn complained.

Another cry, louder than the other one, rang throughout the house, coming from downstairs. The twins got out from Lincoln's covers and slowly approached the group. They all faced each other, while the older sisters went ahead downstairs to check on the noise. When they stepped into the living room, they heard sobbing coming from...their parents' room. The younger half of the siblings made their way down, hearing the sobbing as well. They looked at each other with concern, Lori went over to their parents' room and grabbed the doorknob.

The moment she grabbed the handle, another cry, louder than ever. Yes, definitely the source of the noise was their parents room, but what they didn't know is why. Lori opened the door slowly. The kids saw their mother, alone, on her bed. She faced the door and saw all of her kids. She tried to regain her position, but she couldn't stop crying.

Quickly, all of the siblings went around their mother, with a mixture of emotions in their heads. Sadness, confusion, fatigue, concern and the need to help their mother were the main ones. The first thing they tried to calm her down, they hugged her, some went towards the kitchen and brought water for her and tissues.

"Mom, why are you crying?" Lincoln asked the question everyone was wondering.

Oh, if only my young mind knew what was coming...

She tried, but Rita simply could not speak. The words were simply get stuck on her throat. She was choking with her own breathing. Her hands covered her face as she continued to sob, the collar of her shirt being soaked from all the crying.

My oldest sister, Lori, had dealt with emotional stuff before, and if one could not say why they were upset, some clues would explain it all. Yet, it was not what she, or we for that matter, expected. I still remember the look on her face when she saw that photo.

Lori, being the one mostly used to have to deal with siblings having emotional conflict, tried searching for clues around the room. If there was any sort of information lying around, it certainly would explain the whole situation quicker then their mother would be able to.

And that's when she spotted a small object on laying down on the floor, an object that had no business being there, because nobody would simply let it there. Lori abandoned the group, and nobody actually noticed when she crouched to grab the object. It was their mothers cell phone. Well, what was left of it, anyways. Most of the screen was cracked, and even bent a little bit. Lori knew something like this wasn't an accident. Someone actually tried to break the thing. She struggled to see, but she could make out a few shapes and familiar symbols. It was open on a facebook page. She could see the face of a woman, she was with another person, whose face had too many crack to be recognized. The lower area of the phone had less damage, and Lori could read the description on it.

"Spending the night with the man of my life. S2S2S2"

Lori didn't exactly understood what was wrong with that, except the fact that girl had no reason being in her mother's contacts. Lori knew all of her mother friends from all of her social media, which wasn't much. She scrolled upwards, maybe the page went down and hid something else. Her finger had trouble with the screen, but she managed to get it to go up, just enough to see something.

She could see the face of the man on the picture. In a second, everything made sense to her. She understood what happened, she realized what was going up, but even then, she was shocked, just like her mother. A weird feeling went through her body and mind, something she wasn't really used to deal with. She didn't know what to do. She dropped the phone on the ground, getting the attention of the siblings. Not that she noticed, since she was facing away from them and the feeling of betrayal was too strong on her.

Yeah, it was what you'd expect. Our father was by that woman's side.