Jade POV

A few hours later in the reception of the prison

"We're here to see Jeremy West." My Mom said to one of the guards, showing her visitors badge. "Prisoner 2-F-5-8-7."

"How are you related?" The guard asked back.

"Daughter and wife." She pointed at me and then herself.

"Go in." The guard replied, unlocking a mental bolted door for us. Walking in, we were greeted by a grey room of small tables with two chairs on one side and one on the other. Another guard lead us down the isles of families talking to their fathers, husbands or sons, and motioned for us to sit in the two empty seats opposite another empty seat. As I sat down I saw him approach us, with a guard close behind, my father. His green eyes, which matched mine, stood out to me first. I haven't seen them in years, and even then they were bloodshot from his drinking. His hair looked shorter than I remembered, but I guess prisons don't have proper barbers.

"Jade." He said to me as I sat down opposite us.

"Hey dad." I choked out, not meeting his eyes.

"My little girl, well not so little anymore." He replied, smiling slightly. "I can't believe it. It's been-."

"Almost 5 years." I cut him off.

"And Amber." He looked over to my mother. "I haven't seen you in 6 months." He sighed. "I missed you both."

"Then you shouldn't have left." I shot back.

"I'm sorry Jade." He said sincerely. "It was all my fault."

"I'm sorry too I-"

"You didn't do anything." He shook his head at me. "I turned your back on you, and your mother. I was selfish. It's my fault." I could see tears forming in his eyes. "And I'm paying for it now." He wiped his eyes on his orange sleeve. "Your mother tells me you got into Hollywood Arts."

"A few years ago." I looked away from him again.

"I know." He sighed, "I've missed so much. But how is it there?"

"It's good." I said bluntly. "I've got a few friends."

"What about a boyfriend?" He raised an eyebrow jokingly.

I nodded. "Beck's the best."

"As long as he treats your right."

"He does."

For most of the visit, I sat there watching my parents talk, speaking up when they directed questions at me. Maybe I should join Mom on her visits more often, or call him on the phone. I spent 5 years of my life resenting this man, and feeling guilty over what he did. But maybe he is getting better. Maybe after his sentence is over, I'll have my dad back.

"I'm gonna be honest it's not great here." Dad replied to my Mom's questions over how it was in there. "But it's what I deserve." He sighed. "There isn't a day that goes by where I don't regret my actions of that day. I wish that I didn't drink too much, and most of all I wish I didn't end the life of that boy. His name haunts me every day, 'Rex Shapiro, Rex Shapiro.' He mimed the voices floating around him.

"Rex Shapiro?" I asked, my mouth going dry. They can't have any connection to Robbie, they can't.

I saw my father's eyes go slightly wide. "You haven't told her?" He asked my Mom.

"I didn't want her to know the boy's name. It's okay though, she's old enough now." She replied.

"Sorry Darling." He said sincerely. "Do you mind if we change the subject?" He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"Sure." My Mom said. The two of hem devolved into another conversation, but in honesty I wasn't really listening, like my father had describe, Rex's name echos around my mind and wouldn't leave. Why does that sound so familiar?

A look in Beck's life

As I mentioned before, Beck's father also drunk heavily. He however was not on the road of recovery like Jade's... he was getting worse with each passing day. It seemed as if he wanted a war, and Beck made it his aim to make sure his dad was the casualty.

"YOU BURNT MY FOOD YOU WENCH!" Beck heard this Dad scream from the house. If Beck could hear it that clearly from his RV at the bottom of the driveway, then his Dad had to have been very mad.

"Not again." Beck gulped, turning off his laptop and putting it on the table beside his bed.

"It's not burnt!" His Mom yelled back, not at all as violently as his dad, but still loud enough for Beck to hear.

Beck grabbed the keys to his house and ran out of the RV and though the front door. "Get away from her." Beck growled at his Dad, who was slowly walking towards his wife, his arm raised threateningly.

"What'd you say to me boy?" His dad turned towards him and pulled back his arm further.

"I said." Beck slowly walked towards them and standing in between them, protecting his Mom. "Get away from her."

"Beck." His Mom said quietly from behind him.

"You ungrateful-" Beck's dad slurred, grabbing Beck's shoulder and pushing him to the ground.

"Please." Beck's Mom tried to stop her husband before he grabbed her hair and pulled her to the ground like he had done with Beck.

"I said GET AWAY!" Beck screamed at his dad, jumping to his feet and tackling his Dad to the ground.

The two rolled around fighting for a few minutes, before the much bigger man had his son pinned to the ground and landed a strong punch to his ribs. "That'll teach you." He spat at Beck, his words still slightly slurred. "Get me a beer woman." He commanded Beck's Mom, before stumbling out of the room.

"I'm so sorry Beck I-" His Mom started, crouching down beside her son.

"Forget it." Beck groaned, making his way to his feet and walking back to his RV.

With one hand pressed against his aching side, Beck walked over to the speaker in his RV and plugged in his phone. After a few seconds of scrolling, the desired song appeared, so he clicked on it. After turning up the volume the song started to play. It was a simple rap and backing that he'd written in the music room at school:

Haha

You know it's really quite funny

I used to look up to you

You were my fuckin' idol

But the truth always comes out

I don't even know what to call you anymore

Dad... father

Oh wait but this one's my favourite

Stupid ass mother fucker!

Oh I used to look up to you,

Back when I was young.

Before the beer consumed you,

And all was good with Mom.

But now I see the real man.

The person you've become.

I swear to you if you stay here,

You'd better learn to run!

I remember waiting on the school ground.

For Mom to take me home.

Her eye was black and swollen.

The reason for it was unknown.

She refused to tell the truth to me,

Said she hit it on the door.

Little did I know that you'd just thrown her to the floor!

Why'd it have to be this way?

You used to be my idol,

But since that day,

Things have changed.

You got me feeling homicidal!

Don't you ever (don't you ever)

Come near me (come near me)

Or even near to my family

Cause I promise (cause I promise)

I will kill you (I will kill you)

Cause you're dead as a dad to me

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Try to tell me (try to tell me)

You're sorry what you did to me

Cause I promise (cause I promise)

And I mean it (and I mean it)

You don't ever wanna fuck with me

In a spurt of anger, Beck threw his leg forward and kicked the leg of his table. "I just want him to leave." Beck cried to himself as the music died down in the background. "Please."

(A/N Some of the lyrics above were taken from the B-Mike Song 'Dear Dad' but I have heavily adapted it.)