Hey everyone. So this story has not gotten that many views yet, but that has not kept me writing the next chapter. In fact I already have several sentences written for the next one. I have so many ideas for this story and love reading through it myself while writing it. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. So without further ado the second chapter. XD ~Angie

EDIT: April 5 2015

Chapter 2

Walking through the door of his apartment, Sollux carelessly slipped out of his mismatched shoes before kicking them into a lone corner where the rest of his shoes were scattered. All of them the same vans style but each set with different colors so he could mix and match them. Pulling his hoodie off he tosses into the laundry on the pile of clothes he had yet to wash.

He grimaces at the strong smell of cigarette smoke the fabric held, merging with the other orders of sweat and grim. He was glad that he was the one who did the laundry in the family since his dad was always at work and Mituna, well let's just say that it would not be a good idea to have him in charge of something like that and change the topic.

Stepping into the living room he mumbles to himself about doing the laundry sometime soon before the smell starts spreading thought the rest of the apartment. He doesn't notice the figure sitting on the couch and when the man's hand clasps around his wrist he lets out a surprised yell, yanking his hand from the light grip. Only now noticing his father who was sitting on the edge of the couch.

His bicolored eyes widening slightly as his hand quickly covers the area over his heart. Feeling his skin heating up as his hearts tempo increased. He quickly looks up and meets his fathers bicolored eyes. One a dark blue and the other a mahogany brown. Just like his and Mituna's. A mutated gene that ran in the family. He cannot help but shudder at the serious look in them. Instantly a string of worst case scenarios spinning through his head over the reasons why he was here and not at work. Despite being scared shitless he forced himself to look relax and even smile a little. Ignoring the panic that was slowly starting to creep into his mind.

"Uh, hi dad." Why the fuck was his dad home at this hour? Did he know? No Karkat did not tell him. It was just an empty threat. He would have told him if he did right? Shit.

He fidgets from one foot to the other, glancing at his brother. The older grinned at him, and unfortunately it didn't give him any insight to the situation. Swallowing a nervous lump in his throat he bites his lip. Shit he could not have told their dad. He did not know anything. But then he might have, he had looked at him funny at times when he smelled of smoke. His panic rises even further and he begins to fidget more. Damn he should have taken his meds that morning.

Cold sweat had begun to form on his forehead as he tried to think of any excuse to prove his father wrong. Lost deep in his panicked thoughts he misses the soft words of his father. His mind lost in his panic to hear a single word that was spoken. It isn't until Mituna jumps up excitedly wrapping his skinny arms around him that his mind comes back to earth and the world swims back into focus.

Sollux blinks several times, confused over his brothers affections and the small smile on his father's lips. His brain searches for an answer but nothing comes. The smile is just so out of place. Sometime he had not seen for the past 7 years. "Wait what?" He shoulders his brothers arms off and pulled away from him, looking intently at his father, then at his brother and back again. "What was that?" His voice comes out a bit more high pitched than he intends.

He watches the smile fade from his fathers face replaced by his ever present grimace. Sollux instantly wishes he could have taken his words back. "...I know it is hard for you to grasp, but she is a very nice woman. We have been seeing each other for a while now and I am sure we will be happy together. I proposed last week and she agreed, the wedding is in a couple weeks..." Sollux blink, wait what? His dad proposed? This was bad. No not bad, it was horrid. A horror movie, a bad dream, a fucking nightmare. This was worse than anything he had imagined. Hell he would have rather get caught smoking, drinking and taking some shitty drugs rather than this. His brain began to whirr, and anger starts to rise at an alarming, uncontrollable pace.

"What are you talking about?" his voice came out in a threatening hiss, eyes narrowed into a glare, arms instantly crossing over his chest. Watching, observing, taking in every nervous fidget, rise and fall, and each sigh escape from his dad. His father looks up and mutters about forgetting to check the mail, asking Mituna to get it. Out of the corner of his eyes Sollux watched his brother happily take the key and skip out the door. Shit he forgot that the other was in the room, still it doesn't do anything to lessen the hatred rolling off him. Thank whatever deity was out there watching over him that his dad did and that his brother will not be in the way of witnessing another his bipolar mood swings. But then, his father always loved his brother more than him. Of course he would care what his favored son witnessed.

Gnashing his teeth, he continues to glare at his father. His heart loudly hammering in his chest. As soon as the door shut his father finally turned back to face him,lowering his voice. "Listen son, I am not trying to hurt you with this, it's just its time we all move on." Sollux's jaw dropped, nearly smacking his socks on the way down. His eyes widened and his fingers curled up to meet his palms. Son of a BITCH. Wait no, that was calling his grandma who died when he was five a bitch and that was rude. Actually fuck it, he was a son of a bitch.

"Ha, no, I don't think tho Dad, I do not know what the fuck you are on, but thith ith not happening, tell me its a fucking joke. Your jutht kidding and didn't mean thothe fucking words" Sollux snaps, resisting the urge to advance on his father, trying and failing to loosing his fists. His father let out a heavy sigh, shoulders slumping as he looked at Sollux with worry.

"Sollux, I can explain everything..." he started, wringing his wrists as he glanced down at the floor, then back up at Sollux before continuing. It takes all of the small amount of self control that Sollux has to not punch the idiot in the face. Maybe break his glasses in the process. "It's just I feel like I need to move on and not dwell in depression over your mothers death anymore" He spoke slowly, and Sollux let out a half laugh.

"Move on my ath, you are fucking cheating on her!" He practically screamed, his fingers yanking at his own hair as his anger rose. His father shook his head quickly, eyes wide as his glasses slipped down his nose.

"Sollux she's gone..."

"I know she is fucking gone, I know she ith, and marrying some fucking woman you just met won't bring her back! In fact if she was still alive would you be seeing the fucking witch? No you would not! Fucking thtupid witch that has you wrapped around her finger. Is she that manipulative that you had to hide your relationship with her? Fuck, I have not even met her and you want her to be what? My fucking new mother!? " Sollux yelled, anger flaring, and then suddenly expanding against his will. His lisp more profound than usual. His father's mouth snapped shut and he sunk deeper into the couch, shaking his head slightly in disagreement from his younger sons words but not having the strength to fight him about it, his hands covering his eyes. Thumbs rubbing at his temples.

Sollux hated seeing his father like this; afraid of him and his temper. He never wanted his emotions to come in between him and his family. But Sollux had no control. Whatever happened was beyond his control now and a silent thought whispered through his mind that he seriously should have taken his meds.

Walking into the small kitchen he practically threw the bag in his hands on the table. His whole body shaking as he grabbed a glass out of the cupboard and filled it with water while pulling his small box of prescribed medication from another. It took his two tries to get the bottle open and his anger fueled shaking did not help. Shaking two capsules out he shoved them in his mouth, seconds later drowning the glass of water. He turned his head to the side, noticing that his father followed him into the kitchen. He watches him step forward, then pause and step back again. Smart guy knew that it was a bad idea to get close to him when he was off his medication. Maybe he did know him more than Sollux thought he did.

"Just give this a chance" His father tried again, and Sollux narrowed his eyes in disgust making his father tense. There went his thought about his father knowing him better than he thought he did. Fucking idiot.

Sollux shook his head with a laugh. He turned around, walking away with a smile as he raked his fingers through his hair. He couldn't help the second laugh that escaped at the typicality of the situation. Here he was laughing and smiling though the situation where he was supposed to be angry as fuck. Laughing like a madman, causing his dad to shift nervously. Fuck he hated being bipolar. It was awesome.

Nevertheless, as quickly as it came, his mood spun back in the opposite direction once again as he dwelled on the thought. Yup he was definitely out of control and sucks for his dad, his medication would not kick in for another half hour. He spun back around quickly, bicolored eyes blazing as his fingers formed into fists once again.

"Why? Why did you have to thtart seeing her in the first place? Why are you trying to ruin what we still have left of this family?" Sollux yelled, voice bouncing off the walls and smacking his father across the face. The other flinched, looking as though he were in physical pain as Sollux's anger directed itself towards him and him alone.

"Sollux, please," he begged, as his son continued glaring at him. "Maybe this will make our life better, happier. Give us a chance to move on and find something to live for."

Sollux burst out laughing, his laughter loud and mean. "Holy shit! Do you theriously think some louthy marriage will make uth all happy? gueth what geniuth, it will not. Tho get your head out of the cloudth and start thinking clearly!"

Glaring at his father one last time he shoved past his father, grabbing his bag off the table before and stalked into his and Mituna's room. Loudly slamming to door to make sure he was clear that the conversation was over, a whimper escape his lips. Letting out a sob he flung himself across his bed, teeth sinking into his pillow to muffle his screams. His hand groping across his blankets until the it palmed the soft fabric of his stuffed bumble bee. He got the toy on his third birthday, from his mom. Even though he was 17 he still held Babbu at night to help him sleep.

Hugging the plush toy close to his chest he let out another sob. Thick tears streaming down his face. He did not hear his brother come back home with the mail, though his mind did subconsciously notice the door to his room open and close. The last thing he remembered before falling asleep was skinny hand ruffling his hair, and the soft whispers of "Thollukth, shh it will be ok." echo around the small space as another bumble bee toy was nuzzled into his upper arm. His lips turning into a small smile, he finally let darkness take over him.