𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞, 𝐢𝐭'𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 {ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ}

Chapter 4 part 5: Fathers.

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JJ Drew Maybank:

Fuck dads.

Really, fuck mine.

He always pops up into my life when it all is going great or something is actually going good.

Father's: if there absence mean anything to you, you either care too much or wish you were what you saw in a tv show type of relationship with you and your father, or maybe you just care too much about what ifs.

You think too much. Which I do too. I think about what it could have been like to have an actual father or father figure that actually was there, cared and not only that but actually at least tried a single fucking bit to be a damn fucking father.

I don't hate mine for being absent, at all actually I could give two fucks, but I care when he's here. When he is present. Because the last time he was here, I nearly killed him and had an anxiety attack.

Fucking father's.

"JJ are you sure your okay?" She asks with a worried tone while her hand goes up and down on my back, comforting me as I sit on her bed, upset at the world for doing me dirty, again.

"Yeah.." I respond resisting for a second because, well I wasn't. It had been a whole night since that whole Luke situation, he slept in the house while I left with Kie to her house.

"Why?" I asked my father while looking straight at him and shaking my head in disappointment in my own blood, how can someone become this bad of a parent?

"What do you mean- m- my Drew, my good buddy, my- my-" he trips trying to get to me when he trips himself and falls to the ground

alcohol, fuck you.

As he reaches for my leg trying to get to me "don't fucking touch me." I said shaking him off my leg "boy! Calm your ass d-" he stops as I punch his face with my foot and instantly know what's happening.

Fucking anger issues.

"don't ever fucking touch me." I say walking out as I pull Kie with me while she has a confused expression

The whole morning Kiara was trying to make me smile, get a few happiness inside me, that made me happy knowing the woman I had now began loving did anything, and I mean anything, to make me at least smile.

She made many jokes, read me her old diary of when she was in 7th grade and kissed my whole face around 10 to 20 times each time she told me she loved me. While I just stared at her with a blank expression and wanted her.
All I wanted to do was sleep, lie down, and hug her. Until the end of my days.

But she knew it was deeper than that. She knew I was far from okay or fine. She knew.

"Hey," she cupped my face as I looked into her eyes with a small, small smile "wanna go eat?" She questioned making me shake my head a no "yes? Okay come on." She said making me have a confused expression as she pulled me out her room and into her very roomy kitchen