Battles (A Shaytards Fanfiction)

Don't Care

Avia's POV:

Today, I have chemotherapy again. I threw my hair up in a loose bun and slipped on a large Shaytards shirt with some comfy pajama shorts.
I put my boots on and grabbed my crutches. I made my way up the stairs and only took 10 minutes without falling!
I hurried to the breakfast bar.
"Daddy! I did it in 10 minutes without falling!" I squealed as he helped me onto one of the high chairs.
"I'm so proud of my strong sweetheart," Dad smiled, hugging me.
He handed me a plate of eggs, sausage and toast with butter. I took my pills with rootbeer. It was yum. The rootbeer, not the pills.
We all climbed into the car and drove to the hospital. At 2, right after my chemotherapy, Dad left real quick to drop Emmi off at dance practice.
At 5, her friend's mother would send her to the hospital and bring her up herself.
I was used to the pain, headaches and vomiting. It was the regular.
I cried a little while holding Dad and Emmi's hands. I slept. We watched movies, we played, we ate and went to the gameroom.
Then, it was 8 and time to leave the hospital. We areived hom and watched a movie together as a family.

Emmi's POV:

"Daddy? Are you coming for my dance recital on Wednesday?" I asked, knowing the answer was yes.
The family has never skipped my dance recitals.
"Sure... hold up... Wesnesday?!" Dad said.
"Yeah," I said, looking at him weirdly.
"Sweetheart... you know we have to take Avia to chemotherapy and radiotherapy on Wednesdays, right?" Dsd said sweetly.
"Yeah... can't she skip it? It's only 1 session. This dance recital is the most important one I have ever had," I shrugged.
Missing one session of chemotherapy and radiotherapy can't hurt... right? This recital was so important to me!
"Emmi dear, look at me. If we skip this session, we could be endangering Avia's health. So many things can happen if we skip it. I'm sorry," Dad sighed, taking my hand.
I snatched it away, fuming. I knew Avia's health was important but still, couldn't he say more? Apologize more? Look more sorry?
"I know Avia's health is important but can you apologize properly and mean it?!" I yelled.
I was just so mad. It was like he didn't care about me and only abou his precious baby.
"I am sorry," Dad said.
"Dad, you don't care, do you? Ever since Avia got sick, my life has been wrecked! Spending so much time with her at her chemo and radiation and having to make so much adjustments! All the things that has happened is because of her stupid cancer!" I yelled, tears streaming down my face.
"EMMI LAURIE BUTLER, IT IS NOT YOUR SISTER'S FAULT YOU MOTHERFUCKING IDIOTIC BITCHY ASSHOLE!" Dad yelled.
He slapped me. Hard. I clutched my face and screamed in pain. Avia was crying.
"Avia, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it, I was just mad!" I sobbed.
"I know, I forgive you. DAD! You absolute monster! How dare you?!" Avia screamed.
I ran to my room, afraid of my father. I hid under my blanket, sobbing in fear.
He was going to hurt me again! I sobbed and sobbed.
"Emmi? Can I enter?" It was Avia.
"O...okay," I whispered.
She came in and hugged me.
"I'm sorry for being so mean to you, I didn't mean it. I'm so sorry," I sobbed.
"Emmi, I forgave you long ago. I know how awful your life must be with me and my stupid sickness. I know. Don't worry about it. I whacked Dad with one of my crutches and Mom whacked him with the other. He went to his room. You're safe, Emmi, you're safe with me, I promise. I won't let him touch you," Avia whispered, stroking my hair.
"Thanks, Avs," I sobbed.
She smiled at me and we went to bed together in my bed.

The next morning

Avia's POV:

I woke Emmi up. We showered and changed. We then went out to the breakfast bar.
Dad was sitting there eating Cheerios. I held Emmi's hand. Emmi ended up beside him.
Dad opened his arms for a hug. Emmi screamed and fell off the chair.
"DAD, STAY AWAY!" I said in a commanding voice.
His face was a picture of hurt as he turned back to his Cheerios. I helped Emmi back onto her chair.
"Emmi, Avia, I won't hurt you," Dad said.
"That's what you said the last time, you devil," I said icily.
"I mean it this time. I was mad. You should have been too, Avia," Dad said, playing with his fingers.
"I was. At you. I know how horrible Emmi must feel. And it is true. Everything happened when I got the cancer. She has ro spend time at the hospital and put up with me throwing up and getting headaches all the time. Her life must suck. I forgave her. I knew she was just mad at the moment and would apologize soon. And she did," I crossed my arms as I glared at him.
"I'm sorry. I really am," Dad said.
"I forgive you, but I'm still mad. If you mess up again, the crutches are coming at you," I said curtly.
"Emmi?" Dad asked.
"Okay... I guess... I still can't really trust you, though. Phone Carlie to bring me to the dance recital and stay away from me," Emmi whimpered.
"Emmi, I... okay, sweetie, I'm sorry," Dad sighed.
We ate breakfast. Emmi and I ran away (well, I crutched away) as soon as we were done.
We went to Emmi's room and called Mom over for salon time.

Emmi's POV:

Mom came into the bathroom with the vlogging camera. Even with the fight going on, we needed footage.
"Hello, welcome to the Avmi Salon. We do manicures, pedicures, hair, make-up and massage," Avia said.
She was sitting down in a chair and I was standing. Her crutches were tucked away behind the chair.
I handed Mom a sheet of paper we made and opened rhe nail polish cupboard.
"This is for mani-pedis. First, you choose a color and if you want, there are designs you can put on the nails and toes on that sheet," I said.
"I would like a mint green base with this white flower pattern with a jewel in the middle for nails. For toes, I want a um... do you have glittery silver?" Mom vlogged, peering into the cupboard.
I opened a drawer and pulled out a bottle of shimmery silver polish.
"Sorry, we gathered all the nail polish in the cupboard but I forgot to put this," I giggled sheepishly.
"Oh Emmi," Mom laughed, stroking my hair.
"Is that all, mam?" Avia asked.
"Well, I'd like to get my hair done and my make-up too and massage," Mom smiled.
"Everything?" Avia smiled happily.
"Yep! How much is that, miss?" Mom asked in a posh British accent.
"The massage is $0.20, the hair is $0.30, the make-up is $0.50 and the mani-pedi is $0.50 total. So your final bill is $1.50 but if you take the whole package it's $1. So your final bill is $1," I said.
"Can I grab my wallet first? I totally forgot to," Mom laughed.
"Okay, but do you want to pay first or get the stuff done first?" Avia asked.
"Can I pay after?" Mom smiled sweetly.
"Of course! So we'll start of with massage, then make-up, then hair then mani-pedi," I said.
"Alright, thank you," Mom said.
Avia led Mom to a comfy chair with cushions in front of the mirror. Avia gave her a massage while I got the stuff ready.
Then, make-up time.
"Okay, we'll start of with just a little powder," I said.
I put the powder on and I tickled her nose. She giggled. She wasn't vlogging anymorel
Then, she chose a pink lipgloss, a pink blush and a smoky eye. 25 minutes later, it was hair time.
We put her hair into 2 French braids. Then, we did her nails and toes. We stood behind her as she turned the camera on.
"Okay, so I am now done with my makeover and it looks fabulous thanks to Avia and Emmi. I'll keep the makeup and hair for today. I wish I could keep it till tomorrow but it'll be a mess," Mom smiled.
We hugged her and talked to the camera about when Brailee came over the next day, we woul give Kayli a makeover.
"Okay, so I'll go grab the money to pay these fabulous ladies," Mom said.
She came back with 4 $1 notes.
"Okay, so each of you gets $2, okay? For doing such a good job, Thanks for a fab makeover and I'll see you soon," Mom smiled.
We both looked at the money happily.
"Thank you, have a nice day!" We smiled.
Daxton started crying in the living room and she ran off to tend to him.

Dinnertime

We all sat at the table, eating mac&chees with teriyaki chicken. Then, it was kids' night. We would all play together and Mom and Dad would do something together.
"Night, kids!" Mom smiled.
She still had her hair and makeup, though the smokey eye had faded a little.
"Night, kids! Night Emmi," Dad turned to me for a hug.
I screamed and ran out of the dining room. Memories of him slapping me both times flooded into my mind.
"Emmi! Hold up!" It was Avia.
I ran into my bedroom and went to the farthest corner of my room. I put my head in my hands and slid down the wall, crying hysterically.
I kept seeing Dad slapping me and yelling at me. I felt someone sit next to me and stroke my hair.
"Calm down, sweetheart," Mom said gently.
Someone else sat next to me and squeezed my hand.
"It's going to be okay. We're not going to let him hurt you," Avia said soothingly.
"I'll talk to him about it, okay?" Mom whispered.
I eventually calmed down. Mom went to talk to Dad. The kids came into my room and we watched videos together for kids' night.