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⚠️IMPORTANT A.N⚠️
This is a VERY VERY simplified version of a relationship that parent and child would have in a situation like this. Please bear that in mind, this is simplified and irl this would be alot deeper and has way deeper effects on both parts of the relationship. However as this book is short atm I don't have time to set up the base for it to be realistic. Please do not use this as a reference for a neglectful parent part relationship. It is a lot more complicated and harder to understand than this.
-I'm trying-
My father, I mean at least I think it's him. He's changed a lot since I last saw him. He looks significantly older and malnourished, the sunken eyes confirmed this. My mouth opens as if to say something but nothing comes out. Unsure of what to say I just blink trying to come out of this hallucination.
"Hey kiddo, look I know it's been a while but I just wanted you to know that I've changed. I'm on my meds now and I'm back out, but for good this time. We can catch up on stuff. Be a family properly. I can raise you again. I may have missed a bit of it but I was always a good father. Your mother was the problem not me, she wanted you away from me. Now that you're here she can't stop me. We had so many great times, remember? We built dens in the woods,"
He speaks calmly and lovingly.
"Yeah I remember it had a chair and fire place, it was great." I smile happily at those fond memories.
He cheers up "see we can be like that again." I nod, I also remembering that he left me in those woods alone for 3 hours and let me find my way home but I didn't want him to feel bad because I loved that day and still wanted more like them. If I reminded him about leaving me for 3 hours he would feel too guilty and get worse again and leave. I wanted him to stay this time so I kept quiet. He had always been a bit temperamental.
"Tristan told me he could look after you for me when I can't. I'm doing what's best for you, I'm trying." he steps closer looking worried.
I freeze stuttering on my words before finally pushing out an "Okay."
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I kind of don't like this chapter but I had to rewrite the entire chapter and the next few because it was to cringe to post. It's still cringe but if you had seen it before it was a whole other level. So I can to rewrite it again.
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General FictionI pull his shirt lower feeling very self conscious in his empty gaze. "Why do I still have socks on? I have just a t-shirt and then SOCKS... That-" I pause trying to put my thoughts into words, "that makes no sense! It's not even that cold!" "I lik...
