Atalanta de Tebas-Thank you for telling me about that character, I had no idea and I'm going to assume T.J. is Kurts daughter, please tell me more about them so I can write about her.
malciah-I don't know If I'll be writing about other's children since it was hard enough for me to come up with these characters, but I will not toss the idea aside just yet!
and just an in general thank you to Miru Amai, Rikki K, and little miss tiny shoes...anyone else who reviews while this chapter gets posted will get their thank you in the next one, I promise!
Ch.2 Daddy doesn't care
Joslyn and Myles waved goodbye to the remaining group of Wesley, Aimee, Alec and Brianna, before going inside their own house. Upon hearing the front door open and close both parents wandered out towards the door to greet their children, "Myles, Joslyn, how was school?" Lance smiled as he ruffled Joslyn's hair. Myles pushed right past him, their mother Kitty came out and tried to ask the same thing but he pushed right psat her as well, went to his room, slammed and locked the door.
Lance cleared his throat "Ok, let's try this again...Joslyn, how was school?", Joslyn grinned as she went into great detail about her day. Kitty frowned and walked over to her sons bedroom door and gave it a light knock "Myles? Myles, honey, are you feeling ok?", the sound of him stirring from within the room but not saying anything scared her a bit. "Myles, dinner will be ready in a bit...I expect you to come out for that..." Kitty frowned, Joslyn looked over amd rolled her eyes "He's just upset that, that Mathews jerk tried to jump him again".
Kitty gasped "When did this happen?", Joslyn sprawled out on the couch and started reading a magazine, she just shrugged "After soccar practice. "How was soccar practice?" Lance interrupted, Joslyn tossed the magazine and started rambling about everything that happened at soccar practice. Kitty looked between her husband, daughter and sons room, sighed and went into the kitchen to finish dinner...
Rachel and Nathan were home already and being lectured on their tardyness home, "You're expected home at six o'clock, six thirty the latest!" their father's tone was something akin to a drill sergent. "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir" they both lowered their heads, luckily for them, their mother came into the room "Scott, leave them be, alright? It's only six thirty four, no big deal". Scott turned and frown at his wife "Jean, you know why we have these rules. They're late, no excuses!", "But, Myles got jumped!" Rachel blurted.
Scott raised an eyebrow at his daughter "By who?", Nathan stepped forward "Derick Mathews...sir", Scott snarled at the name, this isn't the first time he's heard about Duncan's kid causing trouble. "Did you fight him?" Scott interogated his kids, Rachel shook her head, Nathan took on a look of shame, knowing his fathre would be slightly dissappointed. "No...Kara did, though" Nathan mumbled, Scott stared at him blankly before turning around and punching the wall "A girl!? Tolensky's daughter could beat him up but you couldn't!?".
Jean pulled her children away from their father and glared at him "Next time you want them to fight your old battles, give warning!" her voice dripped with sarcasim. Rachel was afraid of her father, he would always yell and scream about everything, nothing was ever good enough for him, she felt sorry for Nathan though. Nathan seemed to look up to his father, want to be like him or at least his father's idea of perfect. After they were far enough away, Jean turned to to look at her and smiled, "Alright, so how was soccar?".
After a long detailed discussion with their mother, Scott joined them again looking calmer, but he didn't apologize for his behavior. He simply looked over at his kids "Rachel, do your homework, you have to get straight A's. Nathan, you need to work out, get some muscle on you..." he trailed off as he grabbed a beer from the fridge andleft the room. Jean nodded enthusiastically "Yes! Everyone loves a smart girl!" she pulled Rachel up and guided her towards the stairs, Nathan groaned but Jean quickly walked over to him. "Just think of all the girls you'll attract when your all big and strong. Everyone will want you to be their hero!" she squeaked, Jean had an odd split personality with her kids. One minute she's tell Scott to stop being so hard on them, the next she's pushing them just as hard.
Brianna got home and was greeted by her mother "Bri, darling! Mummy bought some new clothes for you!", this was the greatest thing Brianna's heard all day. She excitedly follwed her mother back to her room where bags upon bags layed out, her mother own an expensive department store, so all these clothes were top quality. Brianna searched through the first bag and found beautiful courdroy jacket, she quickly tried to pull it on to see how it looked but it wouldn't go all the way up her arm.
Her father entered the room a smiled "New clolthes?" his wife turned to him with her sparkling white smile and nodded, Brianna didn't look so happy. After pulling the jacket off her arm she look to see what size it was, let's just say it was a few sizes too small for her "What the...". She tore through the other bags to see all the clothes her mother got her were too small, Fred stood at the door confused "What's wrong, Bri?".
"They're too small!" she shouted, hold up a sweater accusingly, her mother straghtened out her dress suit and walked over to Brianna. "Bri, darling...you're going to lose the weight and when you're thin and beautiful, the clothes will fit and look pretty" Elena Dukes played with her daughters hair. Bri stood therein shock, then was ovrecome with disgust as she looked at her father "Do you agree with her?", Fred stood there with his wife and his daughter glaring at him expectantly. Clearing his throat, he made what he thought was the best choice "Well, don't all little girls want to look pretty?", Brianna screamed and pushed her parents out of her room.
She started crying as soon as she got the door locked, she walked over to her full length mirror and frowned. "I am fat..." she turned to all the too small clothes in her room and growled "I hate you! I HATE YOU!" she tossed them all over the place in anger. Tears flowing at full force now as she slumped to the floor and looked over in the mirror again thinking about what her mother and father had said to her..."If I just lose the weight...".
Wanda and John sat at a restraunt, sighing frustratedly at what had happened earlier "I really am I horrible mother" Wanda buried her face in her hands. John wrapped a comforting arm around her "But you've been busy, I'm the one who should feel like shit anyways. I'm the one who yelled at Kara, blurted out our wedding plans...we were just too angry...". "Angry at what!? We went into Todd's home and attacked him for no reason! What's wrong with us!?" Wanda ran her hands through her hair. John's eyebrows knit together "That's what we're going to a psychologist, babe. That's why you and Todd got divorced. That's why you left Kara in his care. That's where you and me vowed to help each other out".
Wanda sighed and pouted now "But still, my daughter hates me", John though about this then cameup with an idea "What have we learned so far in group therapy about this sort of thing?". Wanda raised an eyebrow then smiled "Always talk to the person you're having problems with...but...", "But what?" John kissed her forehead. "She wont want to..." Wanda rested her head on his shoulder, "Arrange it with Todd, he knows about the therapy, he'll understand" the pyro smiled at his soon to be wife, she simply nodded "Yeah...that would be nice...".
"Myles! Dinner!" Kitty called through her sons bedroom door, he waited for her to leave before slipping out of it and going to the dining room where his sister and father already were. Myles' eyes were red and puffy now, he had probably been crying in his room, Joslyn snickered at this thought. "Aww, wittle baby My-My cwy in his woom?", Kitty scolded her daughter for teasing her brother "Myles, don't you listen toher. If there's anything you want to tell me, though...you can...". Myles sniffled hard and rolled his eyes, not answering his mother, "You need to toughen up, son. Or else you'll get stepped on your whole life" Lance didn't even look at his son when he said this, he was too busy eating the wonderful meal Kitty cooked that night.
Aimee entered her house to her her parents acting all lovey-dovey in the kitchen, which could only mean one thing...they were drunk...again. Aimee quickly, quietly made it to her room and threw herself on her bed, covering her ears withher pillow "Man, it's like they forget I live here too" she growled. Glancing over to her backpack, she knew she had to do her homework, but then that would mean leaving the sound barrier of her pillow 'I could blst music!' she thought then decided against it. 'I don't want them knowing I'm here when they're like that', she scanned her mind trying to think of a way to do this, 'My walkman!', she scanned the room now and remembered that she left her walkman out in the dining room that morning to tune out her parents that morning.
With one last thought, she looked up at her window and smiled 'Why stay here to do homework when I have a backyard', she climbed out the window just in time to here her parents giggling from the kitchen. "Woo, safe out here..." she grinned as she went to climb up the large branchy tree in her back yard. It was the perfect tree to climb and once in it you could sit comfortably on the branchs and do your homework, which she did every now and then. Sighing and shaking her head as she looked over at the house to see her Mother and Father drunkly dance around the kitchen, sucking at each others necks, "After what I was told about mom, I don't know how he does that".
Wesley opened his front door and ran in, seeing his three year old sister waddling about the living room, he mock tackled her "T.J., you're mine! Muahahaha!". The toddler squealed and flailed her arms as Wes assaulted her with tickles and blowing raspberries on her tummy. "Wes, is that you?" came his mother's voice from the kitchen, "No, mom, I'm Count Dracula, here to suck out all the soda from this house!" Wes snickered. Amada Wagner walked into the room smirking at her son "Oh, haha, funny...go clean up for dinner, ok?", "K, mom!" Wes jumped up with his little sister in his arms. He made plane noises as he 'flew' his little sister into the bathroom and turned the sink on, T.J. washed her hands and Wes dried them then put his sister down so he could wash his own hands.
Their father came home in a cloud of smoke and quickly ran to the bathroom to wash his hands as well, "Don't feel like having mom tell you to do that?" Wes snickered at his father. Kurt quickly dried off his hands and picked up his daughter and gave Wes a one armed hug "How was school?". "Wait for that conversation for when you sit down!" Amada called out from the kitchen, Kurt shook his head "I swear, her hearing is better than a dog's!", "I heard that!". Wes loved his family, his mother was great, the sweetest mom he could ever have...and his little sister was the cutest little addition to his family...his father was great too, funny, protective...but...
"So how was school?" Kurt repeated, "Eh, it was ok...but after school, oh my gawd! So funny! I turns out that Kara tricked her coach or something and then we were laughing at them all practicing! Oh, Kara couldn't find her shorts, that's what it was!". Kurt started to frown at his son, Wes ignored it and continued on since his mother seemed to be enjoying his story "We all started coming up with stories on how the shorts went missing, and Cassy and Alec were making out under the bleachers!" he rolled his eyes "As if we didn't know that's what they do under there!". The sound of a tail angrily tapping the side of a dinner table chair broke Wes' concentration, Kurt looked really dissappointed right now...
Wes swallowed a lump in his throat "And then...and then Myles got jumped by Derick Mathews, but Nathan, Kara and I stopped him...", TAP TAP TAP. Wes slowly glanced at his father, Kurt cleared his throat "Who all were you hanging out with?", Amanda frowned at her husband "Kurt...", Kurt held a hand up to tell his wife to wait. Wes fidgeted in his chair "I was with Nathan, Alec, Kara, Brianna, Joslyn, Rachel, Cassy, Aimee and then Myles joined", "Why were you hanging around Kara, Joslyn, Brianna and Myles?" Kurt simply asked. "Kurt..." Amada tried again but her husband held his hand up to silence her again, Wes found his plate of food rather interesting at that moment.
"Wesley, I asked you a question!" Kurt's voice raised a few volumes making everyone at the table wince, Wes looked to his father pleadingly. "What's wrong with them? Just because you don't like their fathers doesn't mean I can't be friends with them!", Kurt pinched the bridge of his nose "Go to your room", "What!?" Wes stood up, "Go to your room...Now!" Kurt slammed his fist on the table. Wes ran so fast to his room, he heard his little sister start crying, probably from the shouts and table hitting, Amanda picked T.J. up and glared at her husband. "I always thought the child had to grow up, but in this case I'd say it's you who does!" Amanda bounced little T.J. in her arms, Kurt sighed "Have you heard the stories about these kids!? They're trouble makers!".
"The only one I've heard of ever getting into trouble is Kara but she's always in the right when that happens!" Amanda defended her son's friends. "Yeah, well..." Kurt stopped, Amanda smirked at her husband as he kept trying to think of something to say but always stopped after "Yeah, well...". Wes punched his pillow from inside his room 'Why's my dad gotta be such an ass when it comes to who I hang out with!?', he heard his father try to come up with reasons for him to not hang out with his friends. He plopped himself on his bed but heard a small knock on his door, he got up and opened it to find T.J. "Hey, squirt. You wanna hang with your big brother?". T.J. latched herself to her brother's leg as Kurt and Amanda continued their arguement over Wesley's choice of friends, Wes frowned as he heard his fathers next words..."I just want people to know that he's not like the trash he hangs out with!".
If you think things are bad for them now, just wait...this stories gonna be taking all the kids in a downward spiral of drugs, self mutilation, eating disorders, and much more!