Obsession 40 – Fathers Day PART ONE
"It all did start when my dad would come home late at night with horrible cuts and bruises all over his body. Plus half the time my father, Greg, was drunk and made things worse..." "He never beat her did he?" Shego asked lifting her head and looking into his sad eyes. "No," Drakken then whispered as she lowered her head back down onto his chest.
"My dad would always tell my mother that he had a bad day at work. But my mom was much wiser then he was and saw straight through him. Greg wasn't ever a bad father towards me. He would treat me with respect and would protect me from Allan Dentor... and his gang." Drakken growled angrily remembering Allan and how he would treat Drew as a child. "Allen, who's he?" "Allan Dentor was my worst enemy when I was a child. He would pick on me and physically hurt me at school when no one was around. Bringing his large whip to school when he had the chance and when no one was looking he would grab me and whip my back until I was raw and crying," "Drakken that's horrible!" Shego then said shocked. "I know... but then she came." Drakken said in a dreamily voice. Shego rolled her eyes and breathed, "Let me guess... Kylie?" She responded dully. "Yes, her name was Kylie Paris, and she was my savior. She was the most popular, prettiest, and nicest girl in the school... and when Allan was strong, she would be there to protect me and stand by my side." Drakken said whipping away a very small tear, now knowing that she was long gone dead. "What-ever." Shego mumbled so quietly she barley heard her self speck, and buried her head more into Drakken's chest.
"But I do remember, know that I am going back to my past... I would have dreams, or should I say illusions." "Illusions?" "Yes Illusions... quiet weird actually... because they came true." Drakken said gulping hard. "I would have the same dream almost every night... it was a horrible nightmare... it was about my dad getting killed. I do remember how it went..."
.:. Flashback .:. It was a dark rainy night and Greg had come home very drunk and wasn't looking good. Drew was upstairs in his room and it had been a week since he had Kylie over and she ran off home in tears for some mysterious reason. Drew never knew why she had gone home, and why she was screaming out his father's name, but he was soon to find out.
Drew was playing marbles until a dim light next to his unmade bed and was lonely. The clock stroked nine o'clock and Drew shivered and went over to his dresser and pulled out his pajamas, when he heard his dad's car pull up into the driveway. Smiling with joy, since he hadn't seen his father all day he forgot about getting ready for bed and quietly walked down the stairs and hid and waited for his dad to come home. Abby was sitting in her chair rocking back in forth twiddling her fingers in an annoyed way and saw that Greg was home.
Stumbling out of the car door the drunken Greg had finally made his way up the brick stairs and barged on the door. Abby let out a deep breath and walked over and opened it. Not looking at him, he fell in and fell on his face. Nor did Abby help him get up; she just walked over him and watched the fire burn in the fireplace. Drew wanted to greet his dad, since he missed him today... but from what he saw, he didn't think it would be a good idea, and that made Drew more depressed.
"You're late." Abby said in a dangerous tone, as Greg crawled over on his knee's and slugged down on the sofa. "I said you're late!" Abby said in a more angry tone this time. "W-what?" Greg said annoyed looking into space as his mouth hung open in a stupid way. "I said you're late... today was the day that you were going to be with Drew and go get him his surprise!" She said her eyes dashed from the fire to his droopy drunken face. "Oh yeah... why don't you get that kid this surprise thingy?" Greg sputtered. Abby then walked over and kicked him in the leg making him yelp in pain. "Shut up." She growled. "How dare you speak to me that way Greg?! After all I have done for you... this is how you repay me and you're son, who came home today with more cuts on his face because of the bullies at school! Why didn't you come home like you said you were around 4:00 and spend some quality time with him? Huh? Oh let me guess," Abby said sarcastically clapping her hands together. "You were at you're so called, 'Work' which you refuse to tell me about... and I think I have a pretty darn idea what it is." Abby snapped as she quickly walked past him and then walked out side and got more firewood.
Drew's little red heart was pounding quickly in his chest because he knew that when his mother was angry it wasn't a pretty site when his parents fought and he scolded himself for coming down here. Abby then walked back in and dumped the dirty wood into the fire and it burned more quickly and fiercely. Coming back over to Greg with her arms folded she looked him straight in the eye. "So," He hiccupped. "What do you think I do for a living dear?" Greg said getting up on his wobbling feet and wouldn't stand still. "You're cheating on me aren't you Greg?" She whispered. "Cheating on you?" He howled with laugher. "No way hunny... you know you're the only girl who can do me and turn me on the way you do... you do that special thing," He said coming closer to her and putting his hands on her waste but she brushed him away but he held his grip. Drew didn't like to hear what he just heard... he shivered in disgust and shook that sentence out of his head. "Come on Abigail... lets go up stairs hum?" Greg moaned pulling her closer to his body making sure they lower private parts were pressing. "No," Abby then said fiercely and now pushing him onto the chair. "W-w-what was that for?" He stuttered stupidly. "Get off your fat ass and go upstairs and tell you're son why you weren't home today like you promised him! You promised him Greg! He looks up to you! Why cant you look up to him and give him a good influence... what is wrong with you?! You're tearing this family apart!" Abby then started to scream and grabbed her hair.
Drew was starting to cry quietly to himself, man he hated his life. He hated his dad when he would come home like this every night, he hated when he mom went into her mental breakdowns in front of Greg and all he would do is smack her across the face. He hated to be picked on...but the only joy of his life was Kylie. And now for some reason, she felt gone as well! "Abby... don't cry baby." Greg said coming closer to her. "Get away from me!" She screamed in horror, knowing that when Greg was drunk, he was very dangerous.
"Oh come on Abby... just come up stairs with me, please?" He whined. "No... I hate you're cure to make you not drunk Greg!" She snapped. "But it's the only cure I have! I mean please... Drew won't mind... the little freak is already asleep anyway." Greg sputtered rolling his eyes. That was when Greg had broken Abby's chain. He had just broken their seal... Greg had just called his only son, who had no soul and no friends a freak. Abby's kind eyes were not flames of raging fire. Drew was holding his breath and more crystal tears streamed down his scared face as he heard his father call him a 'freak'. "How dare you call your son that you sick S.O.B!" Abby roared at the top of her lungs. "You call me that one more time Abigail and I swear to God I will rip every limb from you're body!" Greg roared raising one hand.
Abby's frightened eyes locked upon his fist and was ready to take the blow. "No!!!" Drew then screamed as Greg punched her hard across the face leaving her motionless. Drew then ran out from the cupboard that he was hiding in and ran over to his mother's motionless side. "Mommy!" He screamed holding her head gently and noticing that there was blood coming from her nose and her mouth. "Drewwww?" Abby whispered as her eyes fluttered and she noticed her crying son above him.
"Get back!" Greg then roared picking up Drew and throwing him across the room and he was then picked up again and thrown against the stairs. Drew didn't move... there was total silence in the house, Abby was mortified and let out a scream of horror and Greg stood there blinking his eyes and was terrified from what he had just done. He had almost broken his son's fail body into nothing but dust. Drew's little head was drooped over and his hands and knee's were motionless. Every part of his body hurt... and his world was spinning. Greg then shook his head fiercely and was drunk no longer. "Drew!" He cried running over to his son's body and picking it up as Drew's lifeless head rolled back and his body went limp. "Nooooooooooooooooo...." Greg cried as he dropped to his knees and started to cry. Abby managed to get up and rushed to her son's hopeless side. Laying him down Abby then picked him up and hurried him up to his bed. She checked his pulse and her heart started to beat again with such relief as it thumped in this thin throat.
After a few moments of total silence, the only thing that could be heard was Greg's thumps as he thumped his head against the door. "Stop please." Abby whispered as more tears streamed down her face. Greg looked up and touched his sore head as he obeyed his wife... he had already done enough damage tonight. Within a few moments, Drew then started to flutter his little eye lids and sat up. "Drew!" Abby cried holding the wet cloth against her face to stop the bleeding. "Mom... are you ok?" "Yes, yes I'm fine... what matters if that you are alright?" Abby asked checking his arms and legs to see if anything was broken. "My back hurts!" He yawned because it was past his bed time. Greg groaned and wished he had a gun so he could blow his brains out because he hurt his family so very much tonight. "I'm sorry," Greg whispered looking down at his feet. "I'm sorry I hurt you son... I'm sorry if I ever beat you Abigail... I promise I will never hurt any of you ever again." Greg then said as he started to breathe heavily and then rushed from the room. Abby then looked at Drew and Drew then looked at his mother and they both shrugged and cleaned each other up...
Abby apologized to Drew and was also very sorry if she upset him in anyway. "No you didn't upset me mom... I just feel so rotten why you and dad always fight." "Well," Abby said letting out a deep depressing sigh. "I guess you're father and I just don't have the much in common. Well I mean, we do, were both your parents," Abby chucked and Drew smiled, "But I guess sometimes he just doesn't realize that he has to be a good father... and not get drunk every night..." "Yeah I guess you're right... hey mom... why isn't dad's car in the drive way any more?" Drew then asked nervously jumping off the bed and hurrying to the window. "Oh he said that he would be home this afternoon... and that he had a meeting tonight at a pub... I think it was called, The Sorcerer's Pub."
'Sorcerer's Pub' was the only thing ringing in Drew's head. He quickly spun around and started to breath heavily in horror. "The Sorcerer's Pub?" Drew stuttered, dreading this was the night from his horrible nightmares of Greg getting killed at that pub. "Yeah that's it... Drew what's wrong?" Abby asked nervously slowly getting off the bed. "Mom... we have to go after dad!" He screamed then running past her and flying down the stairs. "Drew!" Abby yelled confused and frightened. "What-what is going on?!" She then demanded as she to came down the stairs and got her coat as he did the same. "I'll explain on the way... but now we have to go to that pub... dad is going to die!" Drew yelled in a hurried voice as he ran out the front door and jumped into Abby's jeep. "Ok, ok I'm coming." She said as she quickly rummaged through the keys and unlocked the doors and they both sped off into the night.
"Drew," she asked out of breath. "What?" He snapped quickly at her. "How do you know you're father is going to die... I don't even know why I am believing you... he is fine... come on lets go home." Abby said tiredly as she started to turn the car around. "No!" Drew cried as he grabbed the wheel and pushed her aside. He then squirmed his little body down near the pedals and pushed fiercely on the gas peddle and kept his beady eyes on the road. Abby was breathing heavily and watched her son struggle to keep the car straight. "I've been having nightmares." He finally said as he hurried some more. "What?" Abby asked confused looking at Drew. "I said, I'm having nightmares... and they are that dad is at this pub... and he gets shot. I've had them for a long time now." He whispered as he quickly dashed a look at his horrified mother. "I don't know what in the world you are talking about Drew... but I believe you... here let me drive your struggling to much." Abby said taking the wheel.
Greg on the other hand was at the Sorcerer's bar and was getting drunk. He had bumped into the man with red and brown hair and the brown eyes... the same one from Drew's nightmare.
Abby had finally reached it to the pub and jumped out of the car and wasn't surprised to see Greg's car... but had an odd feeling about what her son had said. Drew then jumped out behind her and felt a good wet shiver run down his spine as he walked up under the sign and looked up. Closing his eyes and breathing heavily... Drew knew that his nightmare had just begun...
.:. Yo people!!! lol yeahhh you all reviewing!!! Ok this chapter is going 2 be 2 parts cuz its getting kind of long... and 2 answer your burning question... Drakken is still telling his story 2 Shego, so don't worry he will finish HOPEFULLY in the next chapter!!! REVIEW!!! .:.
"It all did start when my dad would come home late at night with horrible cuts and bruises all over his body. Plus half the time my father, Greg, was drunk and made things worse..." "He never beat her did he?" Shego asked lifting her head and looking into his sad eyes. "No," Drakken then whispered as she lowered her head back down onto his chest.
"My dad would always tell my mother that he had a bad day at work. But my mom was much wiser then he was and saw straight through him. Greg wasn't ever a bad father towards me. He would treat me with respect and would protect me from Allan Dentor... and his gang." Drakken growled angrily remembering Allan and how he would treat Drew as a child. "Allen, who's he?" "Allan Dentor was my worst enemy when I was a child. He would pick on me and physically hurt me at school when no one was around. Bringing his large whip to school when he had the chance and when no one was looking he would grab me and whip my back until I was raw and crying," "Drakken that's horrible!" Shego then said shocked. "I know... but then she came." Drakken said in a dreamily voice. Shego rolled her eyes and breathed, "Let me guess... Kylie?" She responded dully. "Yes, her name was Kylie Paris, and she was my savior. She was the most popular, prettiest, and nicest girl in the school... and when Allan was strong, she would be there to protect me and stand by my side." Drakken said whipping away a very small tear, now knowing that she was long gone dead. "What-ever." Shego mumbled so quietly she barley heard her self speck, and buried her head more into Drakken's chest.
"But I do remember, know that I am going back to my past... I would have dreams, or should I say illusions." "Illusions?" "Yes Illusions... quiet weird actually... because they came true." Drakken said gulping hard. "I would have the same dream almost every night... it was a horrible nightmare... it was about my dad getting killed. I do remember how it went..."
.:. Flashback .:. It was a dark rainy night and Greg had come home very drunk and wasn't looking good. Drew was upstairs in his room and it had been a week since he had Kylie over and she ran off home in tears for some mysterious reason. Drew never knew why she had gone home, and why she was screaming out his father's name, but he was soon to find out.
Drew was playing marbles until a dim light next to his unmade bed and was lonely. The clock stroked nine o'clock and Drew shivered and went over to his dresser and pulled out his pajamas, when he heard his dad's car pull up into the driveway. Smiling with joy, since he hadn't seen his father all day he forgot about getting ready for bed and quietly walked down the stairs and hid and waited for his dad to come home. Abby was sitting in her chair rocking back in forth twiddling her fingers in an annoyed way and saw that Greg was home.
Stumbling out of the car door the drunken Greg had finally made his way up the brick stairs and barged on the door. Abby let out a deep breath and walked over and opened it. Not looking at him, he fell in and fell on his face. Nor did Abby help him get up; she just walked over him and watched the fire burn in the fireplace. Drew wanted to greet his dad, since he missed him today... but from what he saw, he didn't think it would be a good idea, and that made Drew more depressed.
"You're late." Abby said in a dangerous tone, as Greg crawled over on his knee's and slugged down on the sofa. "I said you're late!" Abby said in a more angry tone this time. "W-what?" Greg said annoyed looking into space as his mouth hung open in a stupid way. "I said you're late... today was the day that you were going to be with Drew and go get him his surprise!" She said her eyes dashed from the fire to his droopy drunken face. "Oh yeah... why don't you get that kid this surprise thingy?" Greg sputtered. Abby then walked over and kicked him in the leg making him yelp in pain. "Shut up." She growled. "How dare you speak to me that way Greg?! After all I have done for you... this is how you repay me and you're son, who came home today with more cuts on his face because of the bullies at school! Why didn't you come home like you said you were around 4:00 and spend some quality time with him? Huh? Oh let me guess," Abby said sarcastically clapping her hands together. "You were at you're so called, 'Work' which you refuse to tell me about... and I think I have a pretty darn idea what it is." Abby snapped as she quickly walked past him and then walked out side and got more firewood.
Drew's little red heart was pounding quickly in his chest because he knew that when his mother was angry it wasn't a pretty site when his parents fought and he scolded himself for coming down here. Abby then walked back in and dumped the dirty wood into the fire and it burned more quickly and fiercely. Coming back over to Greg with her arms folded she looked him straight in the eye. "So," He hiccupped. "What do you think I do for a living dear?" Greg said getting up on his wobbling feet and wouldn't stand still. "You're cheating on me aren't you Greg?" She whispered. "Cheating on you?" He howled with laugher. "No way hunny... you know you're the only girl who can do me and turn me on the way you do... you do that special thing," He said coming closer to her and putting his hands on her waste but she brushed him away but he held his grip. Drew didn't like to hear what he just heard... he shivered in disgust and shook that sentence out of his head. "Come on Abigail... lets go up stairs hum?" Greg moaned pulling her closer to his body making sure they lower private parts were pressing. "No," Abby then said fiercely and now pushing him onto the chair. "W-w-what was that for?" He stuttered stupidly. "Get off your fat ass and go upstairs and tell you're son why you weren't home today like you promised him! You promised him Greg! He looks up to you! Why cant you look up to him and give him a good influence... what is wrong with you?! You're tearing this family apart!" Abby then started to scream and grabbed her hair.
Drew was starting to cry quietly to himself, man he hated his life. He hated his dad when he would come home like this every night, he hated when he mom went into her mental breakdowns in front of Greg and all he would do is smack her across the face. He hated to be picked on...but the only joy of his life was Kylie. And now for some reason, she felt gone as well! "Abby... don't cry baby." Greg said coming closer to her. "Get away from me!" She screamed in horror, knowing that when Greg was drunk, he was very dangerous.
"Oh come on Abby... just come up stairs with me, please?" He whined. "No... I hate you're cure to make you not drunk Greg!" She snapped. "But it's the only cure I have! I mean please... Drew won't mind... the little freak is already asleep anyway." Greg sputtered rolling his eyes. That was when Greg had broken Abby's chain. He had just broken their seal... Greg had just called his only son, who had no soul and no friends a freak. Abby's kind eyes were not flames of raging fire. Drew was holding his breath and more crystal tears streamed down his scared face as he heard his father call him a 'freak'. "How dare you call your son that you sick S.O.B!" Abby roared at the top of her lungs. "You call me that one more time Abigail and I swear to God I will rip every limb from you're body!" Greg roared raising one hand.
Abby's frightened eyes locked upon his fist and was ready to take the blow. "No!!!" Drew then screamed as Greg punched her hard across the face leaving her motionless. Drew then ran out from the cupboard that he was hiding in and ran over to his mother's motionless side. "Mommy!" He screamed holding her head gently and noticing that there was blood coming from her nose and her mouth. "Drewwww?" Abby whispered as her eyes fluttered and she noticed her crying son above him.
"Get back!" Greg then roared picking up Drew and throwing him across the room and he was then picked up again and thrown against the stairs. Drew didn't move... there was total silence in the house, Abby was mortified and let out a scream of horror and Greg stood there blinking his eyes and was terrified from what he had just done. He had almost broken his son's fail body into nothing but dust. Drew's little head was drooped over and his hands and knee's were motionless. Every part of his body hurt... and his world was spinning. Greg then shook his head fiercely and was drunk no longer. "Drew!" He cried running over to his son's body and picking it up as Drew's lifeless head rolled back and his body went limp. "Nooooooooooooooooo...." Greg cried as he dropped to his knees and started to cry. Abby managed to get up and rushed to her son's hopeless side. Laying him down Abby then picked him up and hurried him up to his bed. She checked his pulse and her heart started to beat again with such relief as it thumped in this thin throat.
After a few moments of total silence, the only thing that could be heard was Greg's thumps as he thumped his head against the door. "Stop please." Abby whispered as more tears streamed down her face. Greg looked up and touched his sore head as he obeyed his wife... he had already done enough damage tonight. Within a few moments, Drew then started to flutter his little eye lids and sat up. "Drew!" Abby cried holding the wet cloth against her face to stop the bleeding. "Mom... are you ok?" "Yes, yes I'm fine... what matters if that you are alright?" Abby asked checking his arms and legs to see if anything was broken. "My back hurts!" He yawned because it was past his bed time. Greg groaned and wished he had a gun so he could blow his brains out because he hurt his family so very much tonight. "I'm sorry," Greg whispered looking down at his feet. "I'm sorry I hurt you son... I'm sorry if I ever beat you Abigail... I promise I will never hurt any of you ever again." Greg then said as he started to breathe heavily and then rushed from the room. Abby then looked at Drew and Drew then looked at his mother and they both shrugged and cleaned each other up...
Abby apologized to Drew and was also very sorry if she upset him in anyway. "No you didn't upset me mom... I just feel so rotten why you and dad always fight." "Well," Abby said letting out a deep depressing sigh. "I guess you're father and I just don't have the much in common. Well I mean, we do, were both your parents," Abby chucked and Drew smiled, "But I guess sometimes he just doesn't realize that he has to be a good father... and not get drunk every night..." "Yeah I guess you're right... hey mom... why isn't dad's car in the drive way any more?" Drew then asked nervously jumping off the bed and hurrying to the window. "Oh he said that he would be home this afternoon... and that he had a meeting tonight at a pub... I think it was called, The Sorcerer's Pub."
'Sorcerer's Pub' was the only thing ringing in Drew's head. He quickly spun around and started to breath heavily in horror. "The Sorcerer's Pub?" Drew stuttered, dreading this was the night from his horrible nightmares of Greg getting killed at that pub. "Yeah that's it... Drew what's wrong?" Abby asked nervously slowly getting off the bed. "Mom... we have to go after dad!" He screamed then running past her and flying down the stairs. "Drew!" Abby yelled confused and frightened. "What-what is going on?!" She then demanded as she to came down the stairs and got her coat as he did the same. "I'll explain on the way... but now we have to go to that pub... dad is going to die!" Drew yelled in a hurried voice as he ran out the front door and jumped into Abby's jeep. "Ok, ok I'm coming." She said as she quickly rummaged through the keys and unlocked the doors and they both sped off into the night.
"Drew," she asked out of breath. "What?" He snapped quickly at her. "How do you know you're father is going to die... I don't even know why I am believing you... he is fine... come on lets go home." Abby said tiredly as she started to turn the car around. "No!" Drew cried as he grabbed the wheel and pushed her aside. He then squirmed his little body down near the pedals and pushed fiercely on the gas peddle and kept his beady eyes on the road. Abby was breathing heavily and watched her son struggle to keep the car straight. "I've been having nightmares." He finally said as he hurried some more. "What?" Abby asked confused looking at Drew. "I said, I'm having nightmares... and they are that dad is at this pub... and he gets shot. I've had them for a long time now." He whispered as he quickly dashed a look at his horrified mother. "I don't know what in the world you are talking about Drew... but I believe you... here let me drive your struggling to much." Abby said taking the wheel.
Greg on the other hand was at the Sorcerer's bar and was getting drunk. He had bumped into the man with red and brown hair and the brown eyes... the same one from Drew's nightmare.
Abby had finally reached it to the pub and jumped out of the car and wasn't surprised to see Greg's car... but had an odd feeling about what her son had said. Drew then jumped out behind her and felt a good wet shiver run down his spine as he walked up under the sign and looked up. Closing his eyes and breathing heavily... Drew knew that his nightmare had just begun...
.:. Yo people!!! lol yeahhh you all reviewing!!! Ok this chapter is going 2 be 2 parts cuz its getting kind of long... and 2 answer your burning question... Drakken is still telling his story 2 Shego, so don't worry he will finish HOPEFULLY in the next chapter!!! REVIEW!!! .:.