The Hybrid's Heart

Long Forgotten History

This chapter's song: Broken Home by 5 Seconds of Summer

Guys this was one of my favorite songs when I was five or something and I don't even know why...

Tyler and I sat talking to each other at our father's funeral when a dark, yet familiar, SUV pulled up to the house. A car I hadn't seen in six years. The car parked and a familiar, thirty-year-old man got out of the car. Uncle Mason.

"So the black sheep returns," Tyler said to Uncle Mason as he crossed his arms.

"Tyler?" grinned Mason in disbelief.

"Yeah."

"Lorelai?" he asked me, surprised.

"That's my name," I smirked. However, I was a bit upset with the guy. He was our uncle, and he hadn't visited for about six years, but he randomly showed up for our dad's funeral. And the few times he had visited, the two didn't really get along - at all. 

"What happened to you?"

"What do you mean?" Tyler and I asked. What did happen to us? 

"Well, in my mind, you're both twelve years old," he chuckled.

"Well that's two years older than the last time you saw us, Uncle Mason," I said sourly.

He nodded, a bit hurt by my words. "C'mere." He pulled my brother and I into a tight hug, wrapping his arms around each of our necks.

"It's good to see you too, Uncle Mason. Come on inside."

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"This is so fucking dumb," I muttered, stealing Tyler's flask of alcohol, slightly wincing as it stung my throat going down. 

"Yeah, I know."

"We're celebrating the death of someone... someone who was a total dick."

"Sounds about right," he sighed, stealing the flask back.

"Oh," said a voice from the doorway. Jeremy Gilbert. "Hey, I was just looking for the, uh-"

"-bathroom's down the hall," Tyler said shortly. I mean, there was no need to be rude, but I wasn't in the mood to scold my older brother and figured Jeremy would survive.

"Hey, look, I-I'm sorry about your dad," Jeremy offered sweetly.

"Today's been a big day of sorrys," Tyler snapped, "From people who really don't give a crap."

"Why would they?" I muttered. "I don't even give a shit."

Jeremy paused, staring at the both of us before speaking again. "I remember when my dad died, I had a house full of strangers tellin' me what a great guy he was. Anyway, I know how hard all this is." He seemed genuine, but I still felt like he was just saying this to make us feel better.

"Difference is," I spoke up. "In your case, it was true."

I remembered the endless sleepovers we would have at the Gilberts' home. Their parents were so sweet, always smiling, never arguing, talking to us girls like human fucking beings. I mean, it was a dream. And yeah, I suppose that could've been a facade, but I knew my parents appeared to have a strained marriage from the outside. Plus, the Gilberts could have someone touch them without them flinching.

"My dad was a dick," I finished, grabbing the flask and taking a gulp before Tyler stole it again. We needed to get some glasses so we didn't need to keep stealing the flask back and forth.