Metal Kingdom

26. Through Glass

Through Glass-Stone Sour

Saturday Morning

"Frank!" Morgan had knocked on his daughter's bedroom door early in the morning.

"Hm?" Frankie stirred in her sleep. Hearing her dad's voice wake her from her dreams.

"I'm headed out. I put bacon and pancakes in the fridge. Call me if you need anything alright? Try not to sleep all damn day kid." He called out. Figuring that his daughter stayed up all night playing video games or listening to music like she usually does on weekends. He was off to go on an ice fishing trip with some friends for the weekend.

Frankie brought a up hand to her closed eyes. Wiping away the sleep from them to see Hunter next to her in bed doing the same. Almost thinking that last night was a dream.

"I totally forgot about the fucking hangovers ugh." Hunter groaned as he held his head in his hands. Frankie letting out a breathy laugh at his new misery.

"Not your brightest idea to get wrecked and walk to my house. Wait here, I'll grab you some pain meds and water." She kicked the blanket off of herself. 

Making her way downstairs to grab some Advil and a glass of water for him. Seeing that her dad's truck was already gone from the driveway. She made two plates of the breakfast that he placed in the refrigerator for her. Bringing everything upstairs as Hunter was exiting the bathroom across the hall from her bedroom at the same time.

"Shit sorry, should I be hiding?" Hunter quickly hopped back into her bedroom.

"No it's okay, my dad's on a trip with his buddies so you're safe."

"Oh thank Halford. I don't think I could survive a tumble with your dad. Man still scares the hell out of me." Hunter threw himself down on top of her bed.

"You definitely wouldn't. He'd kick your ass. Chew you up and spit you back out and do it all over again." Frankie laughed as she set the plates down on her dresser. She knows she gets her hell hath no fury attitude from her father.

"If I didn't feel like death I would rebut that." Hunter barely picked his head up to say.

"Least you're not puking your guts out this time. Thanks for not destroying my bed by the way. Here, take 3 of these and sip on some water." She handed the pain medicine and glass over to him. 

Grabbing her own plate of food to eat as she sat down at her computer desk. Letting Hunter know the other one was for him. He nibbled on a few bites of bacon and a small amount of a pancake. Nervous to not be able to keep it down. 

"We could always smoke if you wanted to kick that hangover any faster." Frankie suggested with a mouth full of syrup covered pancakes. 

"You're a bad influence, ya know that?" Hunter quipped.

"Hey you're the one that walked here piss drunk. All on your own might I add. Nothing to do with me peer pressuring you."

Hunter shrugged and had to agree with that statement. She was right, not his brightest idea. But it the end he was thankful he did it.

"Wanna talk about last night?" Hunter curiously asked.

"Do we have to?" Frankie groaned. She knew this was coming. Still not wanting to have an emotional talk or anything of the sort. She wasn't sure what she really wanted but enjoyed the time they were spending together.