I'm going AU from here, Rev Cam's therapist is female not male in my world
and timeline is season seven. Thanks again for all the reviews, your have
inspired me to write more.
Chapter 3
I have stared at the ceiling, night after night, trying to think of a plan, but I have nothing, what can I do to divert my mother? I think the lack of sleep is affecting my ability to think. God, what am I doing, I'm trying to destroy my mother, maybe I need therapy like Dad. Wait . Dad.
Mom has made plenty of crazy accusations about Dad being attracted to other women, it shouldn't be hard to make her think. What am I thinking? Dad has never done anything really, he's a little overprotective but he has never been like Mom.
How many times has he avoided confronting her, when he should of stood up for us, he's an adult, Mom's equal in name, if nothing else. Is doing nothing, while our mother oppresses us, as bad as if he had joined her? I admit that I'm guilty of inaction, but at least I'm trying to do something now.
I search my drawers and eventually discover some old lipstick, I can't use any of my new makeup, just in case Mom makes the connection. I sit at my desk and wait.
The front door slams and I hear my Dad call Mom, when he gets no response, he heads to the laundry room to change. I wait again, until the familiar whine of the lawnmower can be heard. The door handle feels heavy and stiff, I nearly give up and crawl back into bed, but then I remember the pain that has forced me to do this. Once I open my door, the rest of the journey is simple, until I reach the laundry basket. I am convinced that any second my mother will burst through the door and catch me, I don't know how I'm going to do this, but suddenly I find the strength, I make a small mark of lipstick on my Dad's collar, nothing too obvious but enough to be suspicious over. To make sure Mom checks the laundry basket I throw a few coins in.
It won't take much to make her jealous, she hates that Dad is seeing a female therapist and I think she is already a little suspicious that he talks so freely to her.
I did it. I guess I'm not such a big coward anymore, this is the start, I don't know what of, but this is the start.
Dad, I'm sorry I truly am, but if you had done something this wouldn't be necessary.
Chapter 3
I have stared at the ceiling, night after night, trying to think of a plan, but I have nothing, what can I do to divert my mother? I think the lack of sleep is affecting my ability to think. God, what am I doing, I'm trying to destroy my mother, maybe I need therapy like Dad. Wait . Dad.
Mom has made plenty of crazy accusations about Dad being attracted to other women, it shouldn't be hard to make her think. What am I thinking? Dad has never done anything really, he's a little overprotective but he has never been like Mom.
How many times has he avoided confronting her, when he should of stood up for us, he's an adult, Mom's equal in name, if nothing else. Is doing nothing, while our mother oppresses us, as bad as if he had joined her? I admit that I'm guilty of inaction, but at least I'm trying to do something now.
I search my drawers and eventually discover some old lipstick, I can't use any of my new makeup, just in case Mom makes the connection. I sit at my desk and wait.
The front door slams and I hear my Dad call Mom, when he gets no response, he heads to the laundry room to change. I wait again, until the familiar whine of the lawnmower can be heard. The door handle feels heavy and stiff, I nearly give up and crawl back into bed, but then I remember the pain that has forced me to do this. Once I open my door, the rest of the journey is simple, until I reach the laundry basket. I am convinced that any second my mother will burst through the door and catch me, I don't know how I'm going to do this, but suddenly I find the strength, I make a small mark of lipstick on my Dad's collar, nothing too obvious but enough to be suspicious over. To make sure Mom checks the laundry basket I throw a few coins in.
It won't take much to make her jealous, she hates that Dad is seeing a female therapist and I think she is already a little suspicious that he talks so freely to her.
I did it. I guess I'm not such a big coward anymore, this is the start, I don't know what of, but this is the start.
Dad, I'm sorry I truly am, but if you had done something this wouldn't be necessary.