A/N: Here it is, guys! Oh, it's so good to get back to Poor Little Souls. Thanks for being so patient with me, guys, it really means a lot that you've stuck around this long. Now, I wanted to give a special shout-out to NedsEpicGamingQuest, at his request. This chapter is pretty short, and for that I apologize, but something important happens here. Also, we're in the final stretch, so it's good. (At least, I hope so) Well, without further ado, here it is!
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Never in my life had I gotten dressed quicker than I did that night. I didn't even notice the pain in my shoulder as I pulled on a jacket and pants.
"You're sure about this, Mike?" Fritz asked.
"Positive." I answered. "Me getting hurt and you getting fired was just what Jeremy needed-now he's back. The kids are alone there with their murderer-who knows what he plans to do to them now…"
"Just stop and think about this for a second!" Fritz insisted. "What can he do?! They're big robots!" I barely heard her. I turned the corner…only to run into my least favorite person in the world. Well, SECOND least favorite, after learning who Jeremy really was.
"And where do you think you're going, young man?" Dad asked. For the second time, my mouth acted before my brain.
"Like you care."
"WHAT?!" Fritz and Dad said at the same time.
"You didn't even care enough to see me in the hospital when I got hurt." I glared up at Dad. "You were probably hoping I'd die. That'd make your life a whole lot easier, having your little 'mistake' out of your way."
"Mike, what are you saying?!" Fritz demanded. "Where is this coming from?"
"Tell her, Dad." I said nastily. "Tell her what happened behind closed doors. How you punished me after she got hurt, how you've been abusing me, physically, verbally, and emotionally, my whole life. How YOU, not Ian, are the reason I'm a basket case."
"Ian?" My dad blinked in surprise. "Who…never mind!" He glared at me. "What gives you the right to talk to me like…?!"
"I don't have time for this." I glared at him. "I've got to go. There are some kids who need me and, unlike you, I actually give two craps about others." I started to step out the door, then stopped myself, giving him another glare. "Oh, and by the way, I never asked to be born. If your life being ruined was anyone's fault, it was yours for not using a condom." Both Dad's and Fritz's mouths fell open at the same time. I started to walk outside again, then Fritz said
"Wait, Mike." I started to snap impatiently at her, but Fritz turned to Dad.
"Is…is that true?" Dad paled.
"I…I…" He gave me a furious look and started over. On instinct, I flinched, and Fritz gasped.
"Mike? Victor? Fritz?" Mom called from upstairs. The sound of her voice stopped Dad in his tracks, and Fritz seemed to come to a decision.
"That's all I needed to see. Hold on, Mike. I'll come with you." She walked over to me, giving Dad her own glare. "Better than sticking around here."
"Hold on, you two!" I narrowed my eyes at him.
"You were always a pathetic excuse for a father. If something happens tonight and I don't make it back, it'll be better than spending one more day here. With you. You can go to hell, old man." The last thing I saw before I walked out with my sister was the defeated, broken look in Dad's eyes.
A/N: Like I said, short chapter is short. Sorry about that :( I promise, the next one will be longer-and MUCH better! But hey, Mike finally told his dad off! Now then, review! Reviews will get the next chapter up faster!
