Looking For Mom

A normal day in the Atwood Household

I shot up, sweating and breathing heavily. What the hell was that? Before I had time to delve deeper into my dream, there was a knock at the door. Dad appeared with Kane at his feet and his vlogging camera in his hand.
"Good morning! How did my little birdie sleep?" Oh, thanks for the nickname, Dad.
"Pretty well I gu-" My speech was stopped by a small bundle jumping at me full-force. "Woah, Kaners!" He giggled and grinned at me. I gently pushed him off me and sat up.

We headed downstairs and the smell of bacon floated throughout the kitchen. I passed Noah and sat down next to him. I was still thinking about my dream when Noah interrupted my thoughts.
"Guess what?" He asked.
"What?"
"I hid a bag of flour in the cupboard - it's the one with all the snacks in so that it helps Dad and his diet."
"Good one! Now we wait." I smirked evilly.

Dad sauntered into the kitchen, humming. Noah sniggered and I struggled to hold in my laughter. Dad, still vlogging, went to the cupboard to grab something to eat. He pulled open the door and flour went everywhere. Me and Noah burst out laughing as he turned around, covered head to toe in flour. He wiped his face before glaring at us.
"Right, that's it!" He shouted, laughing as he grabbed me in his arms. I squealed.
"Hey, hey - it wasn't me! Blame Noah!" Noah gave me a betrayed look before Dad scooped him up too. Soon there was flour everywhere and we were all a giggling heap. That was when Brittany came in, with Kane, wrapped in towels, on her hip.
"What happened here?" All of us pointed at each other. Brittany laughed and went to check on the food. "I don't care who did it, as long as they clean it up."
"Shotgun not me!" I said, running and helping serve breakfast.

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I had almost forgotten about my dream during the antics of the day. That was, until, I was in my room watching TV and then I decided I was cold so I went to get some socks. I got up and searched through my drawers. As I was looking, I pushed a single sock aside. Underneath, a piece of paper poked out. I slowly pulled it out and flipped it over. It was a picture of me and Dad, but there was a woman behind us flirting with a man. I gasped. The woman from the dream! As I looked closer, I saw that Dad wasn't actually smiling, but grimacing. Suddenly, my door burst open and I dropped the photo.
"Hey Rob-" he came closer to me. "What's that?" He said, pointing to the photo.
"Oh, nothing," I said hurriedly, putting the picture back in the drawer. However, Dad gently took my wrist and looked at the picture. His expression changed from concern to anger.
"Where did you find this?" I shrunk back in fear.
"In my drawer-"
"Don't lie to me!" He shouted. He stormed downstairs, me following, and ripped the photo in half. I yelled.
"Dad! Please!" He shredded it to pieces and threw it in the trash. I stared at him, before storming upstairs.
"Wait, Robyn!"
"No, I hate you!" With that, I slammed my door.