Love will still remain

Chapter 20

Gwen's POV

It's been three days since mother has returned to us. Mom and dad can't be separated for anything, they never leave each others side. Mother has to rest a lot because she is still recovering, but dad is taking good care of her. As for me, it's the same old life. I'm glad mom is back but I still like to keep my distance from people; I'd rather be alone. I haven't been sleeping or eating to much lately (I blame my stupid period), and of course my parents are worried about me. What they need to understand is I don't usually sleep and I'm not to big on eating either. I'll occasionally choke down some food to calm them, but I just really don't eat.

I'm currently sitting in my dads music room, playing on the piano. I glance at the clock and see that it's 1:30 am. I have to be quiet so I don't wake up my parents. I play for a bit longer, but then I hear floor boards creek. I'm guessing it's my dad. Carefully, I slide under the piano so he won't see me. Like my dad, I prefer to play in the dark so it's pitch black. I hear the door open and the lights go on.

"Gwen." My dad sighs. "I know you're in here I heard you playing." Shoot. I crawl out from under the piano. He looks at me with an amused look on his face. He isn't wearing his mask.

"What are y-y-you doing U-up?" I ask.

"You got your strange sleeping patterns from someone ya know." I nod. He sighed again. "You should be asleep."

"So should you." I cross my arms defensively. He smirks.

"Definitely Christine's daughter." He shakes his head. "Well since we're both up, want to do something together?" He's always trying to bond with me. I appreciate the effort, although I really do prefer to be alone. He knows this, yet we both try our best to spend time with each other.

"Well there is o-one thing we could d-do." He looks at me with hope in his eyes. There's no way I could deny that. I smile slyly. "Cake!" I yell before running out the door. I hear him chase after me, and I make a b line to the kitchen. I begin pulling out mixing bowls and flour and sugar and other cake necessities.

"Cake?" I hear my dad ask as he helps pull out supplies.

"Mhmm" I reply while pulling out measuring supplies. I turn and my dad is already measuring out the flour. We're making cake!

By the time we get the batter into the oven we are covered in powder. I laugh as I look around at the big mess we made. "Let's make the frosting!" I whisper yell. Once again we make a giant mess and made way to much frosting. We could frost a seven tier came with the two bowls of frosting we have. Suddenly I get an idea. With a sly smile I take a bit of frosting on my finger and tap my dad on the shoulder. When he turns I smear the frosting on his face. I giggle at the sight of the chocolate on his face.

Suddenly he lunges for a frosting bowl. He's armed and dangerous now. I shriek and try to run but he grabs me and smears the sticky chocolate all over my face. I giggle as I squirm in his arms. I finally manage to break free and I grab the other frosting bowl, along with a spatula. Before I could load my spatula with frosting a glob comes flying at me and hits my stomach. I hear my dad laugh, and I duck for cover behind the island. I jump up and fling the frosting across the kitchen hitting him in the chest. Bullseye! I giggle as he stumbles back, but he's quick to fling more frosting back. I duck before it hits me and it splatters on the wall. I bust up laughing, and I can hear him laughing too. We continue to make a mess all throughout the kitchen during our epic frosting battle. Dad manages to attack me from behind and slings me over his shoulder. I shriek as he pretends to drop me. I giggle and he chuckles at my reaction. He's about to do it again we hear someone clear their throat. My dad drops me onto my feet and we slowly turn to see a not so happy Christine in the doorway of the kitchen. She gives us both a disapproving look.

"What do you think you're doing?!" She whisper yells at us.

"M-m-making cake...!" I whisper back. Dad nods. She shakes her head and walks over to where we are standing. We are in so much trouble. However, things get good fast. Without warning mom dips her hand in the frosting and smears it all over dads face just like I had done. We both laugh hysterically at his shocked face.

"I'm taking both of you down." He says before he grabs the other bowl of frosting. We both shriek and try to dart away. I make it, but he manages to grab moms waist. He smears the chocolate on her face while she giggles uncontrollably, trying to break free from his strong hands. Once he finally lets her go, he looks over to me. I shriek and try to run out the door but he catches me. Before he can do anymore damage the timer goes off, letting us know the cake is done. Saved by the bell. He releases me and pulls out the cake. We clean up the kitchen a little bit while the cake is cooling, laughing and shushing each other the whole time. Once the cake is cool enough we frost it with what little frosting we have left. The kitchen looks better, but could still use a good scrubbing. We even got frosting on the ceiling! The rest of the night we spent laughing and stuffing our faces with cake. For the first time in a very long time, I didn't want to be alone. I wanted this night to live forever. All insecurities and worries were lost. It was just me and my family; as it should be.