Not So Simple Plan Chapter 3: Hey Dad, a charmed fanfic

Chapter 3: Hey Dad

A/N: I think that this would be the obvious choice to describe Chris' relationship with Leo. I have a few more of these in my head. Please read and review. I own nothing. Chris is about 17.

Hey dad look at me
Think back and talk to me
Did I grow up according to plan?
And do you think I'm wasting my time doing things I wanna do?
But it hurts when you disapprove all along

When I was born, dad, did you plan to be there. Did you intend on missing every important moment in my life. Right then and there, did you decide to abandon me? Sometimes I wonder if you enjoy being away from me. Do you even miss me when you're gone? I wonder what's more important then your youngest son. I try to make you proud, dad, but it never works.

I try my hardest. I'm still fighting the good fight. What else do you want from me? Wyatt has always been the favorite. In your eyes, he can do no wrong. You still won't face facts about him. It's probably because I was the one to tell you. You never trusted me. When I told you about the things he's done, the people he's killed, you tell me I'm just jealous that Wyatt's twice blessed. Well in case you haven't noticed, we have the same parents. You were an elder when I was conceived for god's sake.

And now I try hard to make it
I just want to make you proud
I'm never gonna be good enough for you
I can't pretend that
I'm alright
And you can't change me

I try so hard to do what you want. I still want to please you. I never use my powers for personal gain. It doesn't really matter. You'll never notice anyways. I'm nothing to you. Wyatt is a god to you. Don't you see anything wrong with that? When I make the littlest, most insignificant mistake, I'll never hear the end of it. When Wyatt murders dozens of people, you're blind.

I can't pretend that I don't need a father. Just because you're never there, it doesn't mean I've stop wishing you'd come. I've never had a father. Not really. You're my father biologically, nothing else. You were never there for me. On the rare occasion that you would show up, you would do nothing but criticize me. I can never meet your perfect ideal Leo. I used to wish I could. Eventually, I would stop trying.

'Cuz we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
Now it's just too late and
We can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect

I had thought maybe…just maybe, you'd be there on the day of the event. You had loved mom once. You loved her like you had never loved me. So, why did I think that you would care if she died? I had hoped that you would come to her funeral. Patty would have loved to see you. She's almost 10 years old, and she barely remembers you. Right after Patty was born, was when you almost stopped coming all together.

I remember the last time you came for a full day. It was before Wyatt changed. It was Wyatt's tenth birthday. I was eight. You would never come for my birthday. Wyatt and I were playing ball in the front of the house. That was back when we used to get along. Wyatt accidentally threw the ball into a window, and it broke. You saw, and you blamed me. Wyatt was so mad at you. You were being unreasonable, and no one could blame him. "What did you do Chris?" you had yelled. You say that all the time. Those words will haunt me forever.

I try not to think
about the pain I feel inside
Did you know you used to be my hero?
All the days you spent with me
Now seem so far away
And it feels like you don't care anymore

When you yell, blame me for everything, it hurts me. I used to try so hard to please you. Nothing I did was enough. I thought maybe, when I did something right, I might receive the praise I so desperately desired. Once I got an A in my potions exam at Magic School. You happened to be around that day. I proudly showed you my test paper. You told me I was a show off. You told me that Wyatt wouldn't brag.

In first grade we had to do a project on our hero. I chose you dad. I wanted to be special like you. Mom explained all your absences by saying you had a very special job. I got a gold star on that project. You came that day and I was so happy. I tried to talk to you, but you said rather angrily that you were busy, and had no time for such trivial things. I ripped that project up and threw it in the garbage.

And now I try hard to make it
I just want to make you proud
I'm never gonna be good enough for you
I can't stand another fight
And nothing's alright

I don't try hard to impress you anymore. Now, I do what I know is right. You yell at me all the time about leading the fight against Wyatt. Even after all the overwhelming proof, you still won't believe that he's evil. I don't care what you say anymore. He is evil, and I will stop him. There is nothing you can do about that.

You still keep up the guise that the world's not crumbling to pieces. Good witches and innocent mortals are dying everywhere. Warlocks and demons are gaining the upper hand. You say that we don't fight demons enough, and that's the cause of the backlog. You are blinded. You won't even listen to the other elders anymore. You make your own assumptions.

'Cuz we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
Now it's just too late and
We can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect

You weren't always this way, dad. At least…I don't think so. Before Wyatt changed, when mom was alive, it was a bit better. You were never there for me, of course, but you there for Wyatt. What's worse is how you treat Patty. She's just a little girl. She needs her daddy. For as long as I can remember, I've been a father to Patty.

We can't keep going on like this. The cold stares, and harsh words, are a bit much. I'm trying to save your son. You know, the son that you act like he is the only one you have. But…oh yes, there's nothing wrong with him, and I must be the one who's evil. Ya right. You should wake up and smell the coffee.

Nothing's gonna change the things that you said
Nothing's gonna make this right again
Please don't turn your back
I can't believe it's hard
Just to talk to you
But you don't understand

After one of your "visits" you would leave me with some painful memories. The things you said to me hurt. I was never good enough for you. Everything I did was wrong. A small part of me strives make you proud. You disapprove of everything I do. Even before hearing it, you disapprove. The yelling, the anger, the fights, it has to stop.

Patty takes your absence and your disrespect for 2/3 of your children very hard. On her eighth birthday, the first one after mom died, she told me her special birthday wish. She wished that her daddy would love her. Why can't you do that? Do what you want to me. I don't care about that anymore. I know that you don't like me because I take attention away from your precious Wyatt. But why would you do this to an innocent little girl?

'Cuz we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
Now it's just too late and
We can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect

You know what Leo? Enough is enough. I can't take your insults anymore. I'm not perfect, but no one is. Not even you and your mighty elders. I do my best. More importantly, I do what I know is right. If you're not going to get off your cloud and do something, don't bother coming back. We don't need you, and we never will. We'll be fine.

You know, the more I say things swill be fine, the more I believe it will be true. We have each other. We have grandpa and we have our cousins. Don't worry about your youngest son and only daughter. Like you ever have. Having a father's not so great. I think it's over rated. It would be better for all of us if you just stay away.

So Leo, you still think I'm a disappointment. Big deal. You're a disappointment as a father. You weren't even really there for Wyatt. Whatever. I hate you. Don't ever speak to me again.