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NARR.

A man sat in a diner flipping through a newspaper when he stumbled upon his past. It was a part of his life that he hadn't forgotten but had been denied for the past 6 years. He was a hard man and took backtalk from no one, which is what landed him in 5 years of prison. He had been out a year since his jail time had ended and had been drifting until that moment. He decided that he take back what was stolen from him whether he could do it peacefully or by force.

ANGEL POV

Jack and I decided to begin meeting to plan the wedding since it had been a couple days since the announcement and my mom was nagging me for information. I swore that I wasn't going to be like the bridezillas much to Jack's relief. We called Media and she came over. The three of us looked through bridal magazines for what seemed an eternity for Jack and Media. We took a break and Media tried calling Mush to see how his meeting with the person who liked their wedding went but couldn't get a hold go him. At first it was no big deal but after not hearing back from him we decided to go see if he was still at Trinity Park, which is where he was going to meet the person. So we packed up in Purity and headed over. It was a large park so we split up and went looking for him.

MUSH'S POV

I reluctantly got out of bed, went about my day as usual, and drove out to Trinity Park to meet whoever this person was that liked the wedding design. I still couldn't figure out why they didn't want to see Media since she did pick out a lot of the stuff but she was helping Angel so it worked out. I pulled into the park a little early and went underneath the railroad tracks that went over the park to wait for him. I was starting to zone out when I heard someone walk up behind me they didn't say anything which was kinda odd, but then the person cleared their throat so I turned around assuming it was the wedding guy only to see my father standing there. I went numb and began to realize that he must have staged being interested in the wedding.

"Hi." He said breaking the silence but all I could do was stare at him. "How's it going?" I didn't move a muscle nor say a word. "Heard you got married." I could fell my anger rising as he tried to make small talk to no avail.

"Ya need to loosen up kid, come on." He said placing his hand on my shoulder and shook it. If it had come from anyone else it would have been a friendly gesture, but from him… I brought up my hand and shoved him off of me, which made him sigh with annoyance.

"What's wrong with you?" I felt cold, but my eyes were burning with hate for him. "Relax kid."

"Kid?"

"Yeah, kid." I edged a little closer to him

"Whose kid?"

"Mine"

"Since when?"

"Since the day you were born." I wanted to hit him, but the urge to get away was stronger.

"You know, I've been waiting to see you for a long time."

"So have I." I smiled a cold unfriendly smile.

"I've been waiting to kill you."

"You're not going to kill me." He said stepping closer.

"I would have then, but I've got a new life now."

"Good for you."

"And I'm not going to let you ruin it, again."

"I didn't ruin it." I clenched my fist and turned to walk away when his hand clamped down around my forearm.

"Don't turn your back on me."

"Like how you turned your back on me?" I said turning to face him.

"I didn't!"

"You walked out!"

"I was thrown in jail, because of you!"

"Yeah, after you tried to kill me."

"It was discipline, I was showing you your place."

"And where is my place?"

"As my son."

"I'm not your son."

"Yes you are, and I'm your father." I looked around, I looked past him and then I looked in his eyes.

"I don't see a father." He backhanded me across the right side of my face. I slowly turned my head back and tried to leave again but he grabbed me, harder this time.

"Don't turn your back on me boy." I slowly turned my eyes on him, with a look of hatred and disgust. I brought up my right hand and punched his face while breaking free of his grip.

"You got some power behind that arm."

"Gotta make a living."

"I didn't come here to fight."

"Then why'd you come back?"

"Give me a second chance."

"I'll give you a second chance to see if I can't knock you out again." I jabbed him in the face and he punched me in the stomach.

"I've been in jail for 5 years kid." He swung, I blocked, I swung, he blocked. We stepped back from each other and he kicked me in the stomach. I clutched it for a moment and stepped into him, swinging. I pulled back and kicked at him but he blocked it. I threw an uppercut at him, but he blocked it. That threw my balance off and he tripped me, making me land hard on my back. I looked up to see him towering above me with a smug grin I stood up while swinging a wide right hook that caught him in the eye.

"Ya know that's really getting old!" He said throwing an uppercut at my stomach. I punched his left side with all of my might, making him loose his balance. Seeing him off balance I threw my weight against him and we both went down on the ground.

"Get off of me!" he roared.

"What's the matter old man?" I smirked triumphantly at him.

"You want to see old?" he said shoving me off and digging his knee into my spine. I gasped from the pain of it and tried arching my back quickly to throw him off balance. He tumbled off me and I rolled away from him. I started climbing to my feet when his foot met my head. I saw a bright flash like in the comics when someone gets hit. A little stunned I laid still a second.

"Had enough?" he asked.

"Of you , yes."

"Come on son, don't do this."

"I'm not your son!" I snapped as I kicked him in the knee.

"Yes you are!"

"Go to hell!" I said jumping to my feet.

"Been there it's called jail!" I threw a punch at his face which he blocked it and countered with a blow to my face. I stepped back realizing he was a better fighter than me.

"You finally ready to give up?" My temper flared and I lunged forward taking him to the ground once more. I punched him in the head repeatedly until he threw his elbow into the side of my head and again I saw a bright flash behind my eyes. It threw me off guard again giving him a slight advantage to squirm free of my grasp. I started choking him with one hand and hitting with the other. He grabbed my hand and tried to pry it loose from his throat.

"Let go." He semi choked as he started getting free of my chokehold.

"No."

"I'll leave just let go." I thought about it for a minute, let him go and stopped punching him.

"Mush!" I heard Jack yell from behind me.

"One of your thug friends?" my dad asked me his eyes wide with fear.

"Nah, he's the better behaved one." I answered standing up.

"Wheah have ya been? We'se been lookin eveywheah foh ya." Jack panted. My dad stood up and Jack looked at him. "Who's dat?"

"I'm his Dad." My dad answered.

"Leave now Frank." I growled. He looked at me a little surprised that I called him by name but slowly turned and walked away.

"Angel Media I found him!" Jack shouted.

"Yeah, ya found me."

"What's dat supposed ta mean?"

"Nothing, it, never mind."

"So dat was ya scumbag of a dad eh?"

"Yeah."

"Hey ya bleedin."

"In how many places?"

"Cohnah of ya lip."

"That's it?"

"Looks dat way…maybe a bruise or two."

ANGEL'S POV

"There you two are." I said walking up.

"Hey Angel." Mush greeted.

"Hey, what windmill did you get in a fight with?"

"One named Frank."

"Frank, you named a windmill?"

"Nah, he actually named me."

"OH!" I said nodding.

"Oh what?"

"You got in a fight with your dad…which would explain why you look really angry right now."

"Since we're on the subject…were you awake or not on the way back from Michigan."

"What part?" I asked trying to play dumb.

"The part Media and I talked."

"Yeah, I was awake."

"Good to know."

"Why????" I asked not trusting his tone.

"Where is Media?"

"Uh, she was right behind me."

"So she's here."

"Yah, she started freaking out when we couldn't get a hold of you."

"She's here alone, and he's still here and he's mad. Great!"

"Uh, she's over there." Jack said pointing to a nearby tree.

"Media." Mush called.

"Oh hehe."

"What the crap?" I asked.

"I was looking the wrong way." She said walking up.

"For what?"

"You guys, I thought you went that way." She said pointing in the opposite direction.

"After you ran behind me all this way?" I asked skeptically.

"Yeah."

"You are so weird."

"What happened?" She asked walking over to Mush.

"Apparently, I fought with a windmill."

"It was the first thing that came into my head."

"No more Don Quixote for you." Jack said.

"Who were you fighting with?" Media asked.

"HIM."

"I thought he was in jail."

"Clearly he got out."

"Smart ass." I mumbled.

"What did he want?"

"I'm not sure."

"He didn't say anything, jist walked up swingin?" Jack questioned.

"No, Jack, we 'talked'."

"With fists or words?" Media asked.

"Both."

"Looks like more fist than words." I said.

"Th-th-That really doesn't matter now."

"Still, just making an observation."

"Good for you."

"I'm so smart!" I said joking around trying to lighten up the mood.

"You are special Acorn."

"I know."

"Can we leave?" Mush asked looking antsy.

"You drove."

"Yeah, but he probably didn't want to just walk off and leave you." I said.

"I would be riding with him."

"I was being sarcastic!"

"Now is not a time for joking!"

"Geh!"

"All right, this park has seen enough violence for one day, I'm going home." Mush said.

"Do you need me to drive?" Media asked.

"Yes."

"Bye guys." I said.

"Yeah, see ya latah." Jack waved.

"Bye!" Media said.

"Later!" Mush said.

"Hey babe, d'ya wanna go walk around for a little bit?" I asked Jack after Media and Mush left.

"Shoh. What brings on dis occasion?"

"Oh, I don't know, it's a beautiful day, and it's a pretty park."

"Aight."

"Thanks."

"Foh what?"

"For being you…no just for being so good to me."

"Well ya know it's hahd ta find a poison who'll make shoh dat ya don't walk inta dohs when ya drugged." Jack smiled.

"And someone who will bring you soup when you're sick even though you have a whole pantry full."

"I'se brought you soup befoh."

"I know that's what I was referring to."

"So even dough ya had soup, ya still wanted me ta come ovah even dough ya was acting like ya was mad at me."

"Yeah, plus I didn't really know what I wanted at that moment."

"I knew what ya wanted."

"Oh really and what was that?"

"Soup."

"Dork. But yeah, also thanks for letting me drool all over you!"

"It happens."

"Yeah."

"So, it's been a productive day."

"You really call that productive?"

"Well I got a nice nap and ya seemed entahtained lookin through ya magazines."

"Yeah. So, what's next on the agenda for the theater?"

"The Somewhat True Tale of Robin Hood."

"OOOOHHHH fun!"

"It oughta be."

"When are auditions?"

"In a couple weeks."

"Cool. You won't mind if I go for Lady Marian would you?"

"Ah, I dunno, I ain't gonna be in dis one, so I may hafta beat up whoevah plays Robin Hood."

"Wow."

"I'se been round Mush too long."

"Well at least I don't have to worry about you getting in a fight with your dad."

"Yeah dat would be kinda weahd."

"Just a wee bit."

"It'd be weahd fightin ya dad."

"Oy, where do you think I got all the fighting training from?"

"Ya family?"

"Mostly dad…I took a little bit of karate when I was younger."

"Aww, and ya so shoht, I bet ya unifohm still fits."

"Watch it!"

"Sahhy."

"Yah uh huh."

"Yeah I am right."

"Whatever."

"Ya done walkin?"

"Yeah. We should probably get back."

"Ta ya apahtment?"

"Yep."

"Yeah since Blink has Dodgah ovah at my place all da time."

"She's not that bad."

"Nah, she's cool, it's just awkwahd ting."

"Oh like walking in on Spot the other day?"

"I was referring ta givin ya both a ride home from da restaurant da oddah night."

"Yeah, sorry bout that."

"It's aight, it'll probably happen again."

"So after we get married, where is Spot gonna go?"

"Ah, I don't tink it'd woik if he stayed wid us."

"Duh, talk about weird. What if you kinda just switched…like you move in with me and he moves in with Blink."

"Ya'd hafta talk ta Blink but dat might woik."

"I'm a genius like that."

"Oh, okay."

"Shush."

"You shush."

"Make me." I grinned.

"Aight." He said before kissing me.

"I heart you!" I said once we were in the car.

"Ah, and I you?"

"Yes you do."

"Ok den."