Dad VS Step-Dad

9

It's later that day and Dad, Meg, Griff and I are sat watching Frozen.

The hospital was not as good as I thought it would be. I mean, hospitals are never good but I was hoping they would say it was just badly bruised or maybe just a little fractured. Nope. Thumb is broke and three bones in my hand are broke too. Can't skate for two whole months. I'm pissed and Brad is gonna have some serious making up to do. It took me 20 minutes to get my shirt off after we got home. Super annoying and painful......I slipped and nearly broke my ankle. That would not have been fun.

Currently, I am sitting on the couch with a bowl of gummy bears watching Frozen. It's actually not a bad movie for a kids one.

"Wait. Prince Hans is actually the bad guy?" Griff says in disbelief.

"Man, I didn't see that coming at all. He seemed like her really loved Anna." Dad says just as shocked.

"I hate Prince Hans." Megan says.

"Me too. He sucks." I say through a mouth full of gummy bears.

"Dusty." Brad says as he just appears.

"Hey Brad. Have you seen this movie? It's unbelievable, man. There's these two sisters, one of them has ice powers." Dad says in complete disbelief. Has he seriously never seen a disney movie before?

"Yeah, I'm familiar with Frozen. I took the girls to watch it." Brad says, making me shiver at the memory. He bought us each a Frozen t-shirt. Yes, a grown man wearing a Frozen t-shirt. It was as traumatising as it sounds! "Listen, Dusty, I need to talk to you now." Brad says to dad.

"Is it about how you're gonna buy my forgiveness after destroying my hand and ruining my life cause I'll happily take a vacation or a puppy." I tell him. Quickly glancing at him, he suddenly looks very uncomfortable. He he.

"I can't talk now Brad." Dad says, not looking away from the movie.

"Just pause the movie!" Brad slightly raises his voice.

"Shut up or talk out there. You're ruining the movie!" I shout at them. Disney movies are one of my favourite things (that I will never admit out loud) and they are ruining the best part!

"Griff man. You gotta pause it, man." Dad begs Griff who has the remote.

"No! I don't want to ruin the momentum." Griff says to him.

"Just pause the song, man." Dad begs as he leaves with Brad.

"No!" All three of us yell at him.

We continue watching the movie when the front door suddenly slams open and Dylan storms in crying.

"Stupid helmet!" He yells throwing it to the floor. I get up and walk to the hall to see if he is ok.

"Honey, what happened?" Mum asks worriedly but Dylan just storms past him.

"They pushed me off my bike again! I'm so sick of it!" He yells running to his room. Mum and I run after him and he is lying down on his bed crying.

"Hey honey, tell me what's wrong?" Mum says in a comforting voice. Dylan just shakes his head and continues crying. Mum and I look at each other before she pats him on the back and leaves his room. Dylan and I sit in silence as he slowly stops crying. Thank god cause I do not know how to handle crying very well.

"What happened? I ain't Mum or Dad or Brad. You can tell me. And, I won't tell them if you don't want me to." I tell him. After a minute, the bed moves and Dylan sits up next to me.

"I was riding my bike and they were yelling at me. I rode past them and they pushed me off and laughed at me." He said in a sad voice.

"Those shitheads." I say angrily. Oooh they best hope I never see them.

"Yeah. They are shitheads." He giggles a little.

"Hey. Do not let our parents hear you say that. They already think I'm a bad influence." I laugh while nudging his side a little. They will kill me if I've taught him a swear word....again. "You know, if I were you, I would just hit them. All you gotta do is hit one of them hard enough and the rest will run away, squealing like little piggies." I say, causing him to burst out laughing. At least he feels a little better. Big sister duty completed. That snippet of advice should work for him. It should have worked for me but my problem is I get so pissed off at Shannon for saying whatever she said that I don't stop until someone has to stop me......Maybe I do have some anger issues.

"Dylan! Come down here buddy." Dad yells up the stairs. Dylan hugs me before he walks out of the room.

If I wasn't in 8th grade, I would kick the shit out of those 4th graders. But seeing as I am the more mature one (please no laughs), I am gonna have to restrain myself.

—-------Time Skip—-------

We are having a cute family moment watching a slideshow of old pictures Mum and Dad took when they were still together. They used to do all this cool shit. We used to when I was little and when Dylan and Meg were first born.

Oh yeah, Brad's not here but I don't think that's important.

"Oh, my God, my hair, it looks awful." Mum laughs at one picture.

"Doesn't Mummy's hair look pretty?" Dad says to us.

"No. Next slide please." Mum begs him.

"Oh, okay." Dad says, clicking on the next slide. It was a picture of Mum and Dad kissing on a mountain.

"Cool. You guys climbed that?" Dylan asks in awe.

"Why did you guys always have to kiss? It's disgusting." I say cringing at the photo.

"Aaw. Do you need the birds and bees talk? How do you think you were made, baby?" Dad says in a weird baby voice.

"Ok. Next slide." Mum demands looking just as uncomfortable as me. Thank God cause I was about to throw up. Do not want to think about Mum and Dad making me. Oh God I made it worse! Aaaaah.

The next slide was a picture of Mum, Dad and little three year old me on the Great Wall of China. Damn, I was freaking cute.

"Aww. Little Rosie. That was her first time in Asia. I loved that trip." Mum says looking like she was gonna cry. I actually kinda remember that trip.

"Didn't I lose a tooth because Dad and I raced down a bit of it?" I ask, smiling at the memory as Dad nods his head.

"Dylan, you were created right there on that wall, buddy." Dad says nonchalantly. EW!!!!!! I throw my pillow at him and it lands on his face.

"Stop! That is so gross." I groan. Too much chat about that!

"Okay, next one." Dad says, clicking onto the next slide. It was a picture of them dressed up very weird.

"That's where your Mum and I met, doing The King and I in summer stock." Dad explained the picture.

"God, that costume was so tight." Mum laughed. "Next slide please." Dad switched onto the next slide which is of the day Megan was born. Mum literally gave birth in a barn with Dylan and I outside. Dyl was too young to remember it but I.....let's just say I will never be giving birth and if I do, I want every drug they offer.

"Is that baby me?" Megan asks excitedly.

"Mmm-hmm." Mum sighs happily. We all just sit in comfortable silence for a few moments. We were all so happy then. All together. We're happy now but it was different. We were a complete family and Dad...Dad hadn't hurt any of us yet. "All right, you guys, let's umm, get ready for bed." Mum announces standing up. I was about to argue but a yawn breaks free.

"Come on RJ. You too before I have to carry you up like a whittle baby." Dad says tickling my sides. I jump up and quickly walk away from him.

I shout goodnight to them all as Mum and Dad take my siblings to their room to get changed. I do my routine and am about to get in bed before I hear angry footsteps marching up the stairs. Popping my head out, I see a clearly pissed off Brad march into Megan and Dylan's room.

"If you're gonna argue, keep the noise down!" I call out to them before going to bed. Some of us need sleep around here.