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I guess I either passed out or let myself go to sleep, because I was awoken by Jonathan, crouching down in front of me, lightly shaking my shoulders. I lightly pushed him off as I became aware what happened earlier.

I looked at the little group situated around me, Jonathan the only one at my sprawled out level, but even he was rising, offering his hand out to me. I grabbed his hand and lifted myself up off the tile floor. I decided to actually figure out what was going on now. I decided to start with the new person around us that I didn't know.

"What happened?" I asked. "Wheres Na-Naomi?" Her name stumbled off my tongue, it wasn't a usual name, I could tell.

"I was here to tell you about the situation, but I think the Commander would prefer to tell you about it in person." The man stated. "All what you need to do now is go to your family quarters and gather your personal things. Report to the Commander in the morning after you are assigned a quarter for yourself at the Academy." He left, leaving Jonathan, Macy, and me alone.

"So." I said, deciding to start up conversation. "What's your 'Frames?"

Macy perked up at the new conversation, and jumped right in. "Ember! Just what I wanted!" She smiled, but her smiled faltered when she looked back at me. "Sorry." She said and looked down. I walked to her and briefly took her in a hug. "It will be fine. I promise." I whispered to her, and her squeezing me in a hug back. I released her and look at Jonathan, who still had a look of worry on his face.

"I got Volt." He said, but then his look of worry turned to confusion, and looked at the ground intently.

"What's up, something bothering you?" I asked him, knowing what the answer was already, he was confused about his 'Frame, what was he going to do now, Jonathan crap.

"You." He said, and brought his eyes up to mine, an unreadable expression on his face. "Why are you so different?" I instantly knew what was going to happen, he was going to worry about this when it wasn't even his fault, leading him to become Mr. Detective about the whole situation, and in this situation, it could get him killed.

"Wow, that's nice." I said, sarcasm overflowing in my voice. "Why don't you just shove it in my face that I'm Excalibur, just to make me feel good, hm?" He had a fake hurt look over his face, he knew I was kidding.

"Hey, guys, stop flirting for a minute." Macy interjected just when Jonathan was about to snap back at me. Both of our faces turning red, and Jonathan mumbling "we weren't flirting" under his breath.

Macy smirked. "I have to go collect my stuff, so I will see you later DE." She walked away, waving at me. I gave her a small wave back as she exited through the door. I turned to Jonathan, whose face was still a tad bit red.

"I have to go home too, you know." I told him. It was our way of talking. I wanted him to go home with me, help me collect my things, make sure my father was okay for once, and trying to get over the whole situation. He looked at me and smiled.

"Alright, but you have to help me pack as well." I walked out the building, him trailing me, and we walked to my house.

"Dad?" I yelled as I opened the front door. I was surprised when it was locked, but luckily, I had a key with me, I didn't hear anything, and Jonathan walked through in front of me, heading into the living room, making sure my father was either asleep or sober.

Our house wasn't ideal, at all. Liquor littered the place, and the house stank of alcohol. Dad was most likely drunk again. It had stains everywhere, from blood to dried up soda. Memories of things I didn't want to necessarily remember. As soon you walked in, you could tell someone had a major drinking problem. To the left of the front door, the kitchen. Straight ahead, the living room, and beyond that, two bedrooms, one for me, one for my father, and to the right, one lowly bathroom. I heard the toilet flush, and Jonathan came running from the living room to stand in front of me. The door opened to my father, who actually looked... nice.

"Delilah?" My father looked surprised, he had a nice button up shirt on, and black pants. "What are you doing here? What time is your ceremony?" Jonathan relaxed slightly when he realized that my dad was sober, and moved to grab a soda from the fridge. I looked at the time on the microwave. 6:36.

"3 hours ago, dad." I sighed, and caught the soda that Jonathan tossed to me. I popped the top as my dad sighed and leaned against the wall.

"I'm sorry love that I couldn't come, I thought it was later." He looked like he actually cared. "I think I would of enjoyed it." I heard Jonathan snort in laughter and the sound of soda spilling. He deserved that. A look of confusion crossed my father's face

"What happened?" He looked between me and Jonathan, who was behind me, cleaning up his mess while trying not to laugh. He let out "It went perfect" before he broke, laughing.

"I didn't get Saryn." I grimaced and took a long gulp of my soda.

"So what did you get?"

"Excalibur." My father didn't speak, the only thing you could hear was Jonathan snickering behind me.

"It's not funny to make a joke about your WarFrame, Delilah." My father had a heavy frown.

"It's not a joke." I took another gulp of my soda.

"Jonathan, please tell me this is a joke." My father asked Jonathan, rising off the wall and grabbing his forehead.

"Not a joke at all, sir." My father looked at me, and sighed. "Jonathan?"

"Sir?"

"Pass me a beer please."

A look passed between me and Jonathan. He wouldn't dare, but he couldn't ignore my father, that would just get him in trouble. I decided to intervene.

"How about a soda?" I asked him, getting a glare from both men.

"How about no?" My father growled. This was going to end badly.

"Delilah." Jonathan warned.

"Dad." I wanted to plead with him, but that requires weakness, something I wanted to hide. "A soda is better."

"Delilah." My father was angry now. "Don't question me." I realized I could smell alcohol underneath his breath. He is still drunk?!

"Dad, come on, Stop."

A flurry of movement happened. Pain shot through my face, and I fell to the ground, my butt hitting the tile floor.

"Delilah!" Jonathan yelled, and met me on the floor. I knew I would have a bruise in the morning.

Great appearance. My dad was already moving to the fridge. I completely ignored him.

"I still need to get my stuff." I mumbled. Jonathan helped me up and we went to my room. All of my stuff was already packed into a box, early preparation by me. We left quickly after that.

"Got to love my dysfunctional family."


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Enjoy, worked hard on this, three pages in OpenOffice, but its mostly dialogue, but whateves.