Well, here I am again. *gasps* 10 chapters!!!!!!!!!! *dances stupid victory dance then
goes back to typing feeling silly but triumphant none the less* Be warned of possible
child abuse in this chapter or the next.
"Daddy?" I asked. He was sitting in an arm chair with the tele on. It was early the
day after Talia had gone home. My uncle Jamie had gone with his new wife on a honeymoon.
Outside it was still dark.
"Daddy?" I asked again. He didn't move except to take another drink from the bottle.
"Are you alright?"
"Will you shut up and leave me alone?!" He asked angrily. I recoiled in fear. Daddy
never yelled at me. Even at worst he's only raised his voice, like something held
him back.
-Mom.-
Tears began to bead in my eyes. The funeral had been in Otherworld and I found out that
there are a lot of versions of my daddy out there. The funeral was beautiful, but I was
too sad to enjoy any of it.
"Didn't I tell you to shut up and leave?" he asked pointedly. I went to the kitchen to
fix my lunch for school. I had nothing better to do and I was going to be awake for quite
awhile.
What do you think's in the bottle? Could Brian possibly be going back to his old ways? I
know of course, but you readers don't! *Mental note: don't taunt readers. Good readers
reveiw and reveiws are good.*
goes back to typing feeling silly but triumphant none the less* Be warned of possible
child abuse in this chapter or the next.
"Daddy?" I asked. He was sitting in an arm chair with the tele on. It was early the
day after Talia had gone home. My uncle Jamie had gone with his new wife on a honeymoon.
Outside it was still dark.
"Daddy?" I asked again. He didn't move except to take another drink from the bottle.
"Are you alright?"
"Will you shut up and leave me alone?!" He asked angrily. I recoiled in fear. Daddy
never yelled at me. Even at worst he's only raised his voice, like something held
him back.
-Mom.-
Tears began to bead in my eyes. The funeral had been in Otherworld and I found out that
there are a lot of versions of my daddy out there. The funeral was beautiful, but I was
too sad to enjoy any of it.
"Didn't I tell you to shut up and leave?" he asked pointedly. I went to the kitchen to
fix my lunch for school. I had nothing better to do and I was going to be awake for quite
awhile.
What do you think's in the bottle? Could Brian possibly be going back to his old ways? I
know of course, but you readers don't! *Mental note: don't taunt readers. Good readers
reveiw and reveiws are good.*