Danger Zone. ● Sterling Archer.

Double Deuce.

[ bellamy young as laura ] [ michael sheen as maxwell ]

WHAT'S YOUR BIGGEST FEAR? — Well, I was experiencing it again, reliving it after years of being able to avoid it. The same type of dream, no, the same type of nightmare that I always feared that I would never wake up from, that I would be stuck in a void of my own personal hell.

Standing in the dining room of my childhood home, my mother, Laura, stood in the kitchen across from me, holding me as a baby while feeding me a bottle. I smiled. She was so beautiful. Long, dark brown curly hair, sparkling light blue orbs, always wore vibrant clothes like her mother, a soft green, spring dress with white polka dots, and white pumps. Soft red lips, fainted pink blush, hazel eyeshadow, but I never thought she needed the makeup, she looked naturally stunning to me. But, she had two reasons why she wore it— to feel that extra beauty, but, also to hide the true colors she endured behind these wicked closed doors.

"What the hell are you doing?" I frowned deeply, eyes widened as my heart dropped down into the pit of my stomach with hearing my father's cold, but somehow still calm, voice as his heavy footsteps emerged from the living room beside me, causing me to slowly dart my eyes over at him. Even now, in this illusion, the sight of him sent shivers down my spine as he looked exactly how I last remembered him since he always looked the same— short, curly dark brown hair with grey, a matching thick beard and mustache, brown work boots, blue jeans, and a plain white shirt. And let's not forget, the bottle of whiskey in his hand to complete the mean hold he had against the family he never loved.

"I'm just feeding Lila." My mother responded, not bothering glancing up at my father as she was too busy smiling down at me while feeding me.

"Surprised you ain't breast feeding," My father retorted, bringing his whiskey up to his lips. "you have quite the reputation of pulling your tits out." My mother gasped softly, causing me to slowly close my eyes.

"Maxwell." My mother said, appalled. "How dare you say something like that?" I slowly opened my eyes back up to see my mother looking at my father in dismay as he took the bottle of whiskey from out of his mouth.

"How dare I?" My father questioned, beginning to walk towards my mother. "How dare you bring another man's baby in my damn house?!" My mother and I flinched as he slammed the bottle of whiskey down onto the counter, causing me, as a baby, to softly whine, making my mother look down to check on me, gently starting to bounce me to keep me calm before looking back up at my father, who angrily glared at her.

"What are you talking about, Max?" My mother softly questioned.

"You think I'm stupid? You don't think I know what you be up to while I'm at work all day?" My father retorted, causing my mother to furrow her eyebrows. "Fucking other men?" My mother scoffed lightly.

"Maxwell, I've never indulged in any affairs." My mother assured. 

"Bullshit!" My father exclaimed, causing me, as a baby, to start whining more. "And I swear," He pointed at my mother. "if you don't shut that kid up, I'll do it for you." I frowned deeply, feeling tears building up in my eyes as my mother took the bottle out from my mouth to place it down onto the counter before holding me close to her chest, patting my back.

"You're scaring her." My mother pointed out.

"I don't give a fuck she ain't mine to worry about." My father retorted, causing tears to stream down my face, and I didn't know which emotion I should've been feeling. Sadness because my father never wanted me, or anger because he honestly thought my mother cheated on him, and I wasn't his daughter, hell, I wish I wasn't, so the feeling was mutual.