The Monster Under My Bed

Chapter Six

BREAKING BAD

"Thank god, you're home" dad meets me at the door. He stares Tyrone up and down, extending his hand "and Ty...".

Ty shakes dads hand, letting him know "it's done". I was sort of surprised yesterday, when he didn't come to check on me; after crying to mom. But knowing daddy, I'm sure he didn't want to say or do the wrong thing.

"Sooo, Jo; you're okay?" dad waits for an answer, ready to comfort me if I need it.

I smile unsure "it will get better".

Changing the air, we hear Les crying. He made himself visible from the stairs. Dad quickly draws his attention to him, rolling his eyes "Charles please".

"Take them for a walk. Les does that to fight sleep" I explain, picking my baby brother up. He rested in my arms, biting the neck of his t-shirt. Dad sighed, begging me to just keep him; that he and Vince will go see a movie.

Ty took Charles from me, basically telling me to keep him and let dad leave. "Fine" I drag, "but I'm going to need something from you".

"Whatever you want baby girl".

All I asked, was that Ty spend the night, with me, in my room, in my bed.

Dad laughed, calling out for Vince to come on. "Daddy, I'm serious. In 5 years...".

"Stop! Josie. You heard what I said" he grabs Vince's hand, pulling him out the door.

"You didn't even say anything!" I call out, watching their backs leave.

It's not like we plan on boning all day and night; Ty didn't even know I wanted him to stay. I just thought if he could spend his last night with me, it'd be easier to say goodbye. I was mad at first, but now I'm just sad.

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I sat out on the patio with Tyrone and Les, trying to wrap my head around how dad just flipped on me.

Ty squints through the sun in his eyes, cuddling Les "sleep over?".

I look to him, flashing back to the treehouse. If daddy knew what happens in there, my overnight request wouldn't seem so bad. But I'm done feeling blue.

"I have a secret relitive... name's Francis" I change the topic.

Ty smiles, "why is she a secret?". He knows I'm avoiding the situation, but he's letting me have it.

"He is ant Mollys brother; I'm sure, and... he was in jail almost all my life. Well thats what I read online. I want to meet him".

I watch, as Ty sits up with Les who is trying to get comfortable "baby, think about this. This man who might not even be your blood, who's been in jail for a serious amount of time, and has a band on his name? You want to meet him?".

I nod, not really seeing the problem. It said he was in a mental institution, so there would be security. "Why do you think he's your uncle anyway? And why so eager to meet him?" Ty gets in my face, I guess worried.

My mind started running, putting all the information I've learned together; blurting it out "I think he's my grandfather?".

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After sepreat showers from the treehouse, a kids movie, and some light rubbing to sooth; me, Ty, and Les all end up sleeping. The sectional made it easy for us to cuddle, keeping warm together.

"Awww" I faintly hear. I keep my eyes shut, not wanting to ruin this moment. "She reminds me of you, Ester" Boo City, coos over us. I guess her and mom are planning a dinner for ant Mollys arrival; like every time someone visits.

"And she said he wasnt her boyfriend" ant Mollys voice joins in.

I'm trying really hard not to open my eyes, when I feel Tys fingers touching mine. He's up too, listening to them.

"Ester, whats wrong?" Boo City asks mom. She sighs, saying she has felt like shes been living in dejaVu; that history is repeating it's self.

I take it; seeing me and Ty all hugged up and sleeping with Les on our chest, reminds her of herself and dad, or what they could of been if he hadn't left us.

Molly buts in, them walking away "if it is, so what? You and Dylan turned out just fine".

I turn to Ty for a kiss, just barely grazing his lips. He released a breath, holding onto Les so he wouldnt slide "are we them?". I smirk "it sort of looks that way".

With our age differance, the time we started dating, him leaving; it all looks like mom and dad, under different circumstances, only... mom turned down dad's proposal when he was leaving.

I kiss him again, this time for real. I don't care that mom, ant Molly, Boo City, and the kids are all back, or that daddy should be home soon. All that matters, is what's left of us.

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Ty sat back on my bed, waiting for me to show him the map I made for our project. I kneel down to pull it from under the bed, when dad walks by. He pauses, taking a few steps back; to get a clear view into my room. "What you doing Jo?" he folds his arms, giving Tyrone the eye.

I know what this looks like to him, but I'm not stupid enough to try anything with them home. I also don't understand when dad became so protective of mine and Tys relationship. He use to trust me, now all of a sudden I'm a bad kid or something.

I shrug, "Ty asked for a blow job".

Ty freaked, hopping up from the bed "sir...". Dad stops him, putting his hand up. He glared at me, like he wanted to slap me. I just kept still, waiting for dad to react. When he finally did, it was a silent "get over here", but I didn't budge.

"Jojo?" Tyrone begs with his eyes.
I think I became fed up. Fed up with this life. It's so perfect, I have no purpose, and now that there's some static going on; no one wants to adress it.

Dad and I had a stare down, until Sere stumbles upon us. "Hi Ty" she greets him. He picked her up, and squeezed by dad to leave the room, "Hey Serephine. Wanna play a game; called escape?".

Next thing I know, the door slams, knocking a picture off my wall. Dad watches as I stand from kneeling, "well; speak up".

Right away, I know I'm grounded. Daddy's usually understanding, and never the one to be hard on me.

I cross my arms, giving in "daddy, I'm sorry".

He roars "that's not enough!". That's when tears well in my eyes.

I've never been a problem to my family, making it hard to fake one . "Don't cry now Josie" he puts sternly, "why are you acting out?".

There was no talking to him right now, and I for one wasn't going to try.

I simply walked out of my room, asking him to "forget it". He didn't follow me, yell, or give a sympathetic look; it felt like hell.

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