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-4 Years Ago-
"Put the gun down!" Richie says,pointing his paper made gun at me and I slowly put my paper gun on the ground,then I shoot him with a small piece of paper,and he pretends to die making me laugh
"Lunch!" Klarion smiles as he sticks his head out of the back door
Richie gets up and we both put our paper guns on the table,rushing inside
When we get inside,Klarion is putting the plates on the table and Mom is setting the food on the plates,Dads probably at work or at another woman's house
Richie and I race for the seat closest to Mom,I win but feel bad when Richie's face falls,so I move into the seat next to Klarion and Richie gives me a fist bump
The four of us have a good time eating and laughing,I liked it better when dad wasn't there to ruin the moment,everyone did
Then,the front door opens,we all keep our eyes set on dinner,all except for Klarion
Klarion lives in New York,so he has no idea what dad does to us,what he does if we look at him
"Klarion!" Dad says happily and Klarion notices all our moods drop,the three of us not saying a word as we quietly eat our dinner
"Hi" Klarion stands,hugging dad before sitting back down
Dad knew Klarion wouldn't hesitate to knock him out for us,so he's acting nice,the fake front he puts on
"I'm finished Mom" I say quietly
"So am I" Richie says
"Go wipe your leftovers in the bin,plates in the sink" she smiles and me and Richie both nod,walking to the kitchen
"We need to tell Klarion" Richie whispers as we dump our peas in the bin,I sigh "he can help us"
"He can't Richie,he's better of in New York having his own life,he doesn't need to take care of us as well"
"You make it sound like we have a choice" Richie says before taking mine and his plates and putting them in the sink "it's either we tell him or eventually one of us is going to get killed-"
"-who's getting killed?" Klarion smiles,clearly not noticing how dead serious Richie was
I laugh,trying to blow Richie's comment of and make Klarion think we were joking around
"Richie with my paper gun" I say and Richie rolls his eyes
We could hear whispered mumbling in the dining room and me and Richie glance at eachother,knowing Dad was having a go at Mom for something
