I sat on the ground while Pastel was investigating something. I started talking to myself til I heard him ask, "Dad isn't your father's name Dream?" Pastel seemed like he wasn't so sure if he should have asked. Dad got out of the car walking closer to him. At least he answered with, ".....Yeah... Wh-" Dad stopped himself when his eyes wandered to the note. He took it from Pastels hands. "Where'd you get this?" dad said sharply. "Where the van crashed." Dad put his hands into fists, causing the note to fold and crease. It's not like he looked pissed. He always sorta did. I didn't really care how he looked though. I just wondered why he was so much more ticked off when he read my grandfather's note. I walked over to mom and tapped his shoulder though the window. He looked down at me. His facial expression was full of disappointment, sorrow, and complete terror. I saw that he had a black eye(?). "Can we start going to the grocery store now?" "Uh-... Ask your father." "Got it" And with that I went over to my dad. Possibly death awaiting me. A few feet now feeling like the longest highway I've ever been on. Harsh imagined wind and anxiety pushing and begging me to go back I kept walking. Eventually after I arrived I asked the same question. He called me a lunatic. Thanks dad. It's not like you were gone for more than 9 years, punched your childrens mother/your ex-husband, and lied about almost everything you said, not including the amount of cheating you did. I did research you asshat. Thanks so much. Speed walking to mom I forced him to honk the horn. Despite us being in a dangerous area it's better to do this than all of us not being able to see out of bruised sockets. Getting the sign to get the fuck in the car both dad and Pastel went to the car, getting in. "We still need groceries." He started driving home.
Sorry this chapter is short I'm just excited about another book I'm writing. This time im not giving up so easily. Anyway thanks everyone for voting and stuff like that! Anyways later todayI'll update this so there'll be a mini painting with a duck.
Love you my meeps, peeps, then my special bleeps, heading out. Cya in the next chapter.
Ba boosh. ❤❤❤
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