Chapter 7: I just want a Father
A/N: Sorry I am breaking the pattern and doing another Storybrooke chapter but I think you guys will really like so read on and Review!
"Kathleen! Kathleen!" Henry called to me from across the school yard; I ignored him, like I had for the past three weeks.
"Kathleen! Kathleen!" Jake, captain of the football team mocked Henry's voice, chuckling as he did so, "Kathleen! Why don't you go talk to your boyfriend?"
I ignored them, my fists clenched. Did I ever mention I have really long nails?
"Kathleen! What's wrong cat got your tongue?"
"'Bout to be yours!" I mumbled under my breath.
"What? Sorry didn't catch that." Now he was mimicking my accent. And badly at that.
"SHUT UP!" Yes, thank you very much, I can yell.
"What's wrong?" He did a sort of baby voice, only reason I knew what he was trying (and failing) to do was because I had put up with it for 28 years.
I stalked over to him, squaring up so that in just a few inches and minutes he could have a broken nose and a black eye.
"What you gonna do? Get your dad to beat me with his cane?" I smirked at me.
"My fist or his cane, what's your choice?"
"You really think he would do anything for you? You can't do anything, why would he care?"
"He cares!" I raised a fist.
"Really then how come he never goes to the father/daughter dance with you? It happens the same day, every year."
"He works, unlike some of our parents." It was common knowledge that both of Jake's parents were out of work. And far behind on the rent I might add.
"On Saturday?"
"Busiest day of the week!"
"No one goes into his shop, unless they have to! Know one likes him, or you." I didn't show it, but the words that he said were so similar to the ones my dad had said, was it true?
I did the only logical thing. I punched him. Twice. Ha Ha Jake.
"!" Miss. French (unrelated to Belle's mom, who happens to be dead.) Yells from the main door.
"I'm a bit busy at the moment you think it can wait?" I glared at Jake.
"NO! GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!"
Reluctantly I walked to her.
"Jake, you better see the nurse; I'll call your parents. And your father Miss. Gold." I followed her into the building, and to the principle's office.
"Why Miss. French to what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Miss. Gold here decided she would punch Jake Lions."
"And why would she do that?" Miss. French looked at me, and I knew what she wanted to say, but thankfully couldn't.
"I have no idea. I was in the classroom, and I came outside to tell the kids it was time to come inside and I saw Miss. Gold punch Mr. Lions."
"We will call both parents. Parent." I shot him a glare. "Thank you Miss. French." She looked so smug I could have punched her.
-later-I opened the car door. My dad climbing into the driver's side.
"Suspended? Kathleen! Why do you cause so much trouble?"
"Why do you?" It slipped. He didn't really cause trouble, but you know what I mean.
"I will not be talk to like that! Why did you punch him?" My dad turned to face me. I didn't see disappointment, I saw annoyance and anger.
"He provoked me."
"How?"
"None of your business!"
"Yes it is!"
"I didn't matter to you for fourteen years! I still don't matter to you! All you care about is the stupid curse, and your deals, and Baelfire!" The last one I knew I shouldn't have said, but it was the truth.
"Kathleen…"
"I'm walking."
"You will do no such thing!"
"Why not? You could care less. Admit it, you would rather have Baelfire back then have me!"
"Kathleen! How can you make a father choose one child over the other?"
"What father? I don't see one!" It may have hurt him.
"I am your father, Kathleen-"
"No your not. Father doesn't me we have the same blood, it means you would protect me, you would help me, when I do something wrong you don't get angry you get disappointed."
"Kathleen. This isn't supposed to be a happy place."
"ALL I WANTED WAS A FATHER!" I opened the car door, grabbed my bag and slammed the door. Creating another wedge between Rumplestilskin and myself.
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