"Another please, Bob," Ash groaned, looking down at his glass.
The glass was slowly filled up half way as Ash quickly opened his mouth to swallow back the dangerous liquid; hoping it would do the trick.
"So how come the great and famous Mr Ketchum has round up in a place like this?" asked Bob, serving a few men before returning back to Ash's view.
The bar was filled with spiralling smoke and the laughter of a few drunken men slumped in the corner. However, Ash decided that it was a great place to drown his sorrows and hoped the drink would do the trick when he got back home.
Ash ignored the question and pulled out his wallet; drawing out some cash for the drinks before returning home.
Suddenly, a small photograph dropped out his pocket and was caught by the hands of the barman.
The barman's green eyes stared at the photograph; a beautiful red-haired lady hugging a little laughing girl. The scenery behind was spectacular as they were surrounded by flowers and tall grass.
"Well, aren't you a lucky man? I got to say, Mr Ketchum, you have the best looking wife and daughter I've ever seen," smiled Bob, handing the photograph back to the rightful owner. "I would look after them well if I was you."
Ash sadly looked at the photograph of the beautiful family he once had as he snatched back the photograph and threw down the money on the table; before running out into the dark.
Kara's Pov
I sat there on the couch, nervously folding and unfolding my arms as I waited for the doorbell to ring.
My mum was just standing in front of the door; hoping my dad would be on the other side soon. She was tapping her boots on the wooden floor, trying to keep calm from last night's incident.
There was nothing I could say to break the eerie silence except turn the television on to past the time, but as soon as I turned the television on Mum gave me a dangerous glare. I switched it off and remained in silence.
Suddenly, the soft tune of the doorbell echoed throughout the house as I stood up; making myself presentable for my father and wiping my face that were stained from last night's crying.
Mum opened the door, not even looking at who it was as she walked into the living room and pointed at me, "Explain yourself to your daughter."
I looked up and I gasped in shock as there stood the woman that my dad was with last night.
How dare my dad send her to cover up his actions!
My mum was in just as much frustration and shock.
"What are you doing here?" My mum bellowed.
"Mrs Ketchum-"
"Miss Waterflower you mean!" barked my mum back.
"Miss Waterflower, I know you won't forgive your husb- I mean your ex-husband for taking me out last night, but I can unsure you nothing went on, but I-" reported the woman, quickly.
"You think I would believe you! Oh so where's the brave and famous Ash Ketchum? Did he send you in to fight his battles? He's a weakling and do you know what I hope he rots in hell!" screamed mum.
I gulped as Mum was going over-board with her remarks, but I could understand of her sudden anger she had for my dad and this woman.
"Please let me finish," pleaded the woman.
"What's your name?" Mum asked quickly, ignoring her plead.
"-But Miss Wateflower, I need to-" answered the woman.
"You haven't answered my question," hissed Mum.
"Sarah," responded the woman, sadly.
Sarah was, I thought, a total tart in what she was dressed in. She was wearing a rather revealing and tight fitting top with a short black leather skirt.
I gave her a dirty look, but I don't think she noticed as she was trying to calm my mum down. We both knew that it wasn't all Sarah's fault, Dad probably never told her about us, his family.
"Well, I would like to congratulate you Sarah on ruining mine and my daughter's life, now could you please leave my house and run back to your darling Ash," screamed Mum, grabbing her by the hair and leading her out towards the door.
However, Sarah swiftly grabbed my mum's hands and held them high in the air. I quickly came into action as I came into mum's defence and called out my Bellosom.
"Let my Mum go, you tart!" I shouted.
"Will you please listen to me?" asked Sarah, loudly.
"Give us one good reason why we should," I snapped, angrily.
"Your father is in hospital, he's in a coma," Sarah answered, seriously.
We stood there in silence as Mum slowly brought her hands down and shook her head in disbelief.
The only thing I could say was "Dad."
Sorry for the short chapter! I'm a little stuck for ideas on this story, but I'm still going to continue (just need to think harder). Hope you are enjoying it though. Take care now and please review- I don't mind reading some ideas!