Run Away With Me (Peter Pan fanfic - OUAT)

Dad has gone... - Chapter 3

'Said you'd come right back, now you're gone like that.A blank stare as I stand so alone, I know you're never coming home.
Damn.'
Monsters - Timeflies ft. Katie Sky

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"Noooo!" A shrill cry came from the room next to mine that belonged to my mother. My body jolted awake and I leapt out of bed to see the source of the problem. Me and my brothers Michael and John stumbled into our parents room and my heart ached at the scene before me. My mother was hunched over her bed, her shoulders shaking and her hands covered her face as tears slipped down her cheeks. The deserted space next to her confirmed my thoughts of what had happened. Dad had left...
"Mommy wa's happenin'" my younger brother stepped forward in his giraffe onesie clutching his stuffed giraffe under his arm. "Where's daddy?" He rubbed his eyes tiredly and I glanced at the clock which read 6:47, too early to wake p on a Sunday.
My mom looked up at her three children standing awkwardly, staring at her with concern, biting back a sob she said "Daddy's gone"
It all made sense as the painful truth; lately he had been getting more distant and the fights had increased. It also explained why he apologized to me in the middle of last night when he thought I was asleep and why he was even awake at that time. If only he could see how broken Mom was, unable to look after me and my two brothers on her own. I'm not gonna lie, I felt disgusted with my 'father' for leaving my mom like that not even considering her feelings at all, not even considering my feelings.
If you uncovered all the fights, deep down you would see the flicker of true love my parents had for each other but just failed to acknowledge it. Instead they ignored it and slowly, that just died down more and more and what my father had done had left his family scarred for life. You could tell by moms reaction; she didn't mean for it to turn out this serious.

But I wasn't just mad at my dad, mom was held partly guilty for this as well since not once did they both stop to think how this affected their children. The constant fights made us feel like they ignored us as well, they barely talked to us since they were wasting their breath on pointless arguments which would affect us all in some way. We should always be their first priority, no matter what.

It brought tears to my own eyes to see my mom shattered like this knowing that I couldn't fulfill what she wanted. Also, she wasn't the only one greatly affected by this, he was my dad too and now, I don't know myself what to do without him.
"I want Daddy" Michael bottom lip stuck out cutely as tears welled up in his blue eyes.
Something in Michael's harmless words made Mom snap as her head whipped to look at us with a murderous look in her eyes which was so unlike her since she was usually sweet and calm.
"No. There will be no talk of that poor excuse of a father in this house any more" disgust was clearly evident in her words.

Michael's blue eyes crinkled up as tears threatened to escape so I gave John with a look in my eyes to tell him to take Michael out of the room and to calm him down. Nodding, he understood my look and disappeared with Michael.
Clearing my throat, I asked "Mom?" Her head slowly turned until her eyes locked with mine, those eyes that once had joy dancing around in them now were replaced with icy cold ones. I put my hand on her shoulder in order to comfort her and she just weakly smiled. She stood up to her full height which was a few inches shorter than me.

"I'm sorry you have to see me in this state," she says, looking down. I put my hands on her shoulders.
"Mom don't be, nothing is your fault and your reaction is only natural." She looked up at me, her eyes brimmed with a new batch of tears.
"I just thought he loved me"
"He still does Mom, I bet he's thinking of you know and misses you" I whispered as I hugged her tightly.
"If he does, then why did he leave me?" she whispered.
"I don't know but he doesn't know what he's missing out on, you're the best Mom ever" I reassured her.
"Thank you darling, you're the best daughter anyone can ask for, now go on, do your work" Mom said and I knew she wanted to be alone at that moment. I sent her a soft smile and she returned a weak one that didn't reached her eyes which were once full of joy.
It ached my heart seeing her like this and a part of me hated my dad for leaving me, us. But then another part of me, refused to accept the fact that he was gone, that's what happens when you rely on people too much.

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Today had sure been an eventful day and all I wanted to do was slip off the problems to someone else, it was unfair that I had to keep the family going since I am only 17 years old. But I have to be strong, strong for me and strong for my family, I can't break down in front of everyone or they will follow. I'm their role model and I have to accept that job, just until Dad comes back. If he comes back.
With school starting again tomorrow, I decided to get a good night's sleep so I will actually be able to get up for that hell hole. Luckily, I took a shower before so my hair wouldn't get wet. You see, I always blow dry my hair after the shower if I'm about to go to sleep because sleeping with wet hair somehow gives me headaches and I don't want anything disturbing my first day of school after the holidays.

I snuggled under my covers and realised how everything just changed within a day. Last night I was talking to a random teenager on my roof and now, my dad's gone. A cold breeze blew against my face as I realised I forgot to close my window, again.
I groaned as I slid out of my comfortable covers and closed the window before looking out at the scenery. Great clouds looked over the full moon, of course there would be a storm, now tomorrow will be even better!
I always hated storms, the very thought of them made me shudder. I hated the flash of lightning and the hard pouring rain, but the worst part was the thunder. The thunder would make me hide under my covers, wincing slightly every time a loud boom of thunder would clap across the sky. I hated all loud noises, from thunder to fireworks, it just gave me an uneasy feeling in my gut.
I fingered my dagger which I never leave anywhere without it, not even in my sleep do I take it off. I remember my Dad giving it to me when I was younger, it just gives me that feeling that I'm safe. Besides you never know what troubles you could end up in.

As I got into my covers again, my door slowly creaked open and standing there was John and Michael rubbing his eyes sleepily with Sir.Woofalot tucked securely under his arm.
They both knew how much I hated storms and always would come to accompany me throughout the horrible event.
"Hey sis" John said, he was smart for an 11 year old.
"Hey guys, come on in" I said and they crawled right in to my comfy nest. Michael snuggled against my arm and John slept on the other side of me. In seconds, the pair fell asleep and I should do the same.

Many thoughts swirled in my head, preventing me from sleeping...
I need to be alone. I'm suffocating in this family. I can't keep on pretending I'm fine. I wish Dad was here. I want someone to help. I need to get out of here, I need to go, it's too much responsibility I can't handle. I wish...I wish I wasn't here...

Eventually, I managed to fall into a deep sleep, at least in my sleep I'm away from all the troubles, or so. I thought....

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Sorry for the short chapter, I wanted to make it a build up too the next chapter, muahahaha, I hope you've enjoyed it to this far and thank you TheCapriciousFangirl  for supporting me and urging me to continue writing so yeah. This chapter is for you, you know who you are...