That blue hair'd douch is my dad

Chapter 4

I woke up in Tristan's room, he was no where to be seen. I got up, went back to my room and got dressed, keeping in mind covering up my scars. I went downstairs and saw everyone, but Tristan, in the kitchen. I slowly walked in and sat next to my dad.

"How are you feeling today?" Alice asked.

"I had a slip up last night," I replied and droped my head into my hands.

"How many?" my dad asked.

"One, and now Tristan's mad at me," I said.

"Why is he mad?" Mike asked.

"Probibally because he found me and had to tape up my arm last night," I replied.

"Baby girl, look at me," my dad said and lifted my chin; "Can I see?"

I slowly rolled up my sleeve to reveal my forearm and pulled the gause and tape off. I closed my eyes and held my arm out towards my dad.

"Why are there butterfly stitches?" Matt asked.

"Tristan," I replied; "He put the butterfly stitches on. Where is he by the way?"

"He left this morning, he seemed upset," Ian replied as he came back to the table.

"It's my fault, he's mad at me. I'm so sorry," I cried.

"Baby girl, it's not your fault. You are so much like your mother, it's so unbelieveable," my dad said.

"Stop saying that, I'm messed up. I'm nothing like mom," I said and leaned my head on my dads shoulder.

"Surprizingly you're almost exactly like your mom, your looks, your personality and your attitude. It's like I'm twenty six again and taking care of my worried little sister," Matt said and hugged me.

"Exept instead you just found out I cut and am afraid I lost my best friend," I replied.

"Can I tell her?" Matt asked my dad.

"Ya, she should know," my dad replied.

"Know what? What are you hiding from me?" I snapped.

"Baby girl, your mom wasn't as perfect as she seemed," my dad began.

"She had problems just like the rest of us," Alice continued.

"She was almost as bad as your dad," Mike said.

"She cut," Matt said.

"And she did heroin," Ian said.

"But most importently she fought all her urges once she was clean, even if they were right infront of her," My dad finished.

"She helped me over come some of my fears, and I helped her resist once," Someone said from the doorway to the kitchen.

I turned around and Tristan was standing in the doorway. I jumped up from my seat and ran over to him. Tristan pulled me into a bear hug and kissed the top of my head.

"I'm sorry I left, I just needed to think so I didn't get mad at you," Tristan said.

"It's okay, and you had every right to be mad at me lastnight. I said I wanted to stop and a few hours later I relapsed. I'm sorry," I replied.

"Can we move on?" Tristan asked.

"Please," I said; "What did you mean when you said my mom helped you over come some of your fears and you helped her resist?"

"She helped me when I got scared when the power went out years ago and a few weeks later someone came over. I was never told who but she had heroin and was trying to pressure your mom to take it. I came down the stairs and made her see sense, well that's what she told me," Tristan explained.

"Wow, that's kinda crazy," I said at a loss for words; "Where were they?" I asked and pointed at my dad and uncles.

"At an interview, I had no idea why I wasn't there because Katy told me that she was having a bad day," my dad said. That was the first time in years she had said Katy, it look like it broke his heart. I let go of Tristan and gave my dad a hug. Then he whispered; "Don't leave me baby girl."

"i promise I will never leave you daddy," I agreed.