Consume [Spencher 'Spider' White]

Three

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That morning Riley woke up to her phone blowing up. She groaned as she wasn't ready to wake up yet but not having a chance because of the loud noise. Instead of checking to see who was messaging her she muted her phone and went to sleep again.

Not even an hour later she was woken up again. This time not by her phone but a loud thump upstairs. As she worried about her fathers well-being she got out of bed, quickly purging on some presentable clothes.

'Dad?' She screamed up the stairs. No response. She'd just have to go up there, he probably just fell out of bed. When she'd walked up the stairs she first investigate the bathroom. Nothing special there. Then his bedroom, slowly opening the door. There he was sad on his bed, head in his hands and hair messy.

'Dad, what's going on?' She questioned. As she didn't get a response she repeated her question. Looking around the room she saw a smashed plate from yesterdays dinner. And the usual mess on the floor and other surfaces.

'It's nothing.' He replied shortly. This wasn't nothing, he got like this from time to time when he was under the influence. But never early in the morning. Deciding to not ask anything any further.

'Should I make you brekky?' She was going to even if he said no. He had to eat, even if he was in a mood. A few seconds later he nodded his head and followed his daughter down the stairs.

In the kitchen Riley got out the old bread, eggs and milk. She was going to make french toast like her mother used to. Her father had sat down at the dining table as she was made the food.

Riley got sad making the sentimental french toast. She'd never be able to make it taste as good as her mom did. And she'd never get to taste it that way again.

'You can tell me dad.' Riley told her dad. Probably aggravating the man but she didn't care, it was the right thing to say.

'What are you making?' He asked. She could hear the slight annoyance in his voice from her previous words.

'Moms french toast.' Even though she was a bit sad a smile came to her face at calling it "moms".

'Moms?' He said standing up. 'If you didn't know your mines not alive. She's dead and she won't ever come back. That's your fault.' He pointed at his daughter raising his voice.

'If you weren't such a pain in the ass she would still be here.' He had started walking over to her.

'You can't say that's my fault. Cause it wasn't just me. You where the one cheating on her.' She screamed back as tears came to her eyes.

Her father stood right in front of her now. 'And? That wasn't what made her jump off a bridge. Cause that's all on you. If you hadn't been mad at her everyday or getting her mad at you everyday she wouldn't have done that. She accepted me but never accepted you.' Pushing his pointer finger into her chest with every sentence.