4.| memory lane.

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4.| memory lane:

my dad stood there catching a breather ash took the ice pack off my face as he got up. my dad pulled out his gun and ash picked the shot gun i used off the floor. i froze.

"shoot me bitch." ash yelled.

"dad d-dont." i pleaded from the bed.

"your trying to take her away from me." my dad pulled back his gun. fully loaded now. ash did the same.

"you dont do shit like that to your daughter bastard." ash placed his finger on the trigger without my dad noticing.

"ash i-its okay." i got off the bed slowly walking towards him.

"caye. he talked to you once and your fucking protecting him." my dad lowered his gun.

"ive known him my whole life. you just came back once mouse died." i yelled.

"yeah cause i was protecting you from him!" my dad yelled back.

"protecting me? he came home to me and ma, fucked her and gave me whatever i asked." i began crying.

"whens the last time ma got dick? whens the last time you bought me shit."

"unlike you fez and ashtray will give me the world. so fuck you. fuck you as a father. fuck you and your life." i laughed.

"wow.. o-okay." my dad nodded and left. i sighed heavily that was relieving.

"are you good?" ashtray hugged me. i hugged him back tightly.

"no." i had felt so numb to the point it hurt. you know?

"your okay." ashtray brought me over to the bed. i looked at my phone. it was 11:30 PM. i sighed.

"get some rest." ash turned off the light before leaving the room.

A/N: short chapter. sorryyyy.

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