𝔼𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥? [ON HOLD]

51

Goddamnit I hate it when my gut feelings are right.

After the day on the beach and night in the hotel, Jiros Dad drove all of us home.

On the way there I had a sinking feeling something still wasn't right so I asked if he could drive a little faster.

I kept texting Papa, but he would simply read the texts, and after a while they weren't delivering at all.

So when the car pulled up to my house, I grabbed all my stuff, got out my keys, and ran to the front door. Unlocking it and speed-walking in.

The smell of alcohol hit my nose immediately and I looked around for the source, finding bottles upon bottles of straight up rum laying around in the kitchen, living room, trailing all the way up to my parents room.

This was majorly fucked up. Papa never drank pure rum unless he really wanted to get drunk fast. That was a lot, he wasn't addicted to it, and he didn't have problems with alcohol, so for this to be happening told me something was wrong.

"Papa? I'm home..?" I called into the darkened house, one that I had recently called home but now was seriously reconsidering.

I hear groaning and the sound of something dragging on the floor from the upstairs.

I follow the noise and find Papa face down on the ground, "Papa..?" He tries to lift his head towards the sound of my voice but is unable to. "What did you do?" I ask.

He rolls his head to the side and looks at me from the side of his eye. "Hiiiiiiiiiiii littlllllllle lissssstenerr~" He slurs. "Isss your daddyyyyy home yet?"

I furrow my eyebrows, "With you like this, he might never come home." I say, my voice biting at his temporary happiness. "Cmon, get the fuck up, pull yourself together, and get ready. I'm not gonna have child services called on us just because you decided to have an off week."

I reach down and pull him up, slinging his arm over my shoulder and dragging him to his bathroom. I place him down next to his toilet.

"Sit there until you've gotten all of that out of your system. I'll bring you something to drink." He looks at the floor, and I can see tears starting at the edges of his eyes. I soften a little, and crouch down next to him. "Don't be so sad. He's gonna come back." I said, placing hopeful words into my Papas brain.

He just nods quietly, before I get up and leave. Making my way to the kitchen and making him a glass of water, bringing it to him and setting it down just outside the door.

Next I sit at the bottom of the stairs and look for all the bottles before going around and picking them all up, placing them in a bag before taking them out. Then I start searching the cabinets, finding all the alcohol we have before pouring it down the sink.

I got out my phone and texted Dad. Hoping he would simply get the message before rethinking that week.

Then I got another trash bag out and went up to my parents room, finding all the bottles and stuff up there and getting rid of it the same way as the others.

Walking past the bathroom again, I hear the sound of hurling, I wince and walk away.

I'm never going to look at Papa the same ever again. Neither Dad, this fight was one if there worst ones yet and they barely fought. Maybe this was good for them in a way. Make them realize what they have and what they could lose.

I sighed and plopped down on my bed, closing my eyes momentarily, before I hear some shouting, "Lily? Can you get me some more water please?" That was Papa.

I answered back with a yeah and got him more water, he still hadn't left the bathroom as told, and was rather behaving like he should. He's a grownup for gods sake, plus my father, and a role model for thousands of people. If that doesn't give enough insinuative to act correct, I don't know what will.

The rest of the day goes on like this, taking care of Papa until he completely sobered up, and then helping clean the house. After long last, I made dinner.

"You know.. I have to ask, why did you even think of vanishing Dad from the house in the first place?" I ask Papa as I stir the veggies.

"I thought he needed some time to think without us, but when he did what he did..." I give a sympathetic look.

"Don't worry, he said only a week, he'll be back. Besides.. maybe you could work on something to say sorry." I suggested, with that Papas eyes lit up and I watched as they trailed to Mitten, our cat, and then to me.

"I got it. When did you be come so wise little listener?"

"When you became stupid."

"LILY! THATS NOT NICE. TRUE. BUT NOT NICE." Papa screamed with a giant smile on his face. He then doubled over laughing as he finished scolding me.

With that, we ate dinner and then I went to sleep, knowing that all alcohol was out of the house made me feel safe about leaving Papa alone to figure out how he was gonna apologize.

I picked up my phone and looked at it.

Dad: Don't worry, I'll be back.

I smiled a little, I knew I was correct but he didn't have to basically quote me.

Me: I know.

Then I scolded over to other people who had texted me throughout the day, including Mina, Eijiro, even Katsuki. One by one I answered them all, leaving the people I really wanted to talk to for last.

Kat💖: Oi, I better not have to come get you again.

Kat💖: You better answer me damnit.

Kat💖: DUMBASS ANSWER ME FUCKING RIGHT NOW.

I laughed as his texts quickly grew more and more angry. He just was sending me angry vibes. To which I found funny cause I loved watching him get mad.

Me: Jeez, I was just helping my Papa.

Me: Got seriously drunk, gonna have a bad hangover tomorrow.

I sent that and two seconds later I got an angry text back.

Kat💖: YOU GOT FUCKING DRUNK, THATS ILLEGAL FOR FUCKING ONE, TWO, WHAT THE FUCK?! THAT SHITS BAD.

I began to cackle.

Me: NO! No, not me! 😂 My papa did!

Kat💖: SEND BETTER EXPLANATIONS WOMAN.

He was full caps mad and I was enjoying every bit of his rage, I couldn't stop laughing for the life of me and if I was with him right now I would likely be dead already.

Me: 😂😂😂

Me: Yessir! 💖

Me: Goodnight!

Kat💖: That's right! Run away! Fucking dumbass. Sleep well cause I'm not gonna let you fucking nap on me later!

I smile and turnoff my phone, setting it aside. Katsuki just seems to have a different way of expressing feelings. He acts like he doesn't care sometimes, but I know he does.

It's like I've grown a little Katsuki -> Lily translater.

I sighed happily and close my eyes, letting sleep consume me quickly. That's when it hits me.

I haven't fucking trained for the summer camp.