Does It Ever Get Better? (On Hold. Again. I'm Sorry)

"Daddy's Home." - Chapter 54

A/N: This is a very late chapter. It was gonna go out on father's day, but I was too depressed, sick, and all out just not in good condition to write a chapter. But I'm somewhat better, plus I need to update anyway. Enjoy. Also real quick, it would mean a lot to me if you read the authors note at the bottom. Leave a :) if chu read it. Thanks.

3rd person p.o.v.

Yesterday was Father's day and instead of Evan being upset like on Mother's day, she was very happy. In fact, it wasn't just her that was happy, her brothers were too. They were all so happy that they threw a celebration party. Confused as to why? Well, seeing as their Dad wasn't exactly a Father figure. Patrick (their Dad) was arrested four years ago exactly to that day. He had been arrested many times, but he always found a way to get out. He was either bailed out by one of his druggie friends, or he broke out. He'd do anything to practically ruin his kids' lives... which he has. He has successfully fucked them up. Dad of the year. From the party last night, everyone had crashed at the Wolf's house because some people got a little drunk, that being anyone with a license and eighteen, or older. Mayrin and Kyle also spent the night, but they had to leave early to get to work. Currently, all the kids and their partners were passed out in the party room, not the ball room, nor the lounge, but the party room up stairs next to the attic. The doorbell rang a couple of times before someone woke up. The ringing of the doorbell quickly turned into pounding. Seth groaned as he stood up after untangling from Danny's arms. His head ached and the pounding wasn't helping, seeing as they live in a mansion, it echoed. Seth looked around noticing everyone still passed out. How they didn't wake up to the obnoxious noise was beyond him. He sighed and made his way downstairs to the main room and groaned as he walked to the door, unlocked it, and opened it. "What?" Seth said, sleepily. A fist came in contact with Seth's stomach causing Seth to fall back and get the wind knocked out of him. Seth gripped his stomach before he looked up. "Patrick?" He questioned as he attempted to blink away the sleepiness, seeing as his hands were trying to relieve the pain in his stomach.

"It's Dad." Patrick warned with a growl. He then kicked Seth when he walked passed him. His hair was jet black and the sides and back was shaved, leaving some of the short length to fall a bit above his eyes which were a cruel brown. He was tall which is where most of the boys got their height. Specifically Michael, Devon, and Jordan. The others were still growing. Patrick was muscular, but then again, what more are you to do when locked in a cell? He was riddled in tattoos and some deep scars scattered about as well. He was never a stranger to any type of danger.

Seth soon stood up when he was able to and limped over to where Patrick had wandered off to which was the kitchen. "I thought you were locked up." He spoke in a monotone voice.

"Got out. They said I was free to go." He said as he scanned the fridge. "Where's the beer?"

Seth crossed his arms as he leaned on the wall. "Not there."

"Don't sass me, boy." Patrick warned and turned his head toward Seth. "Where is it?" He repeated and then faced the fridge again.

"Michael got rid of it years ago." Seth told him. It was true. He only ever allowed it on special occasions, like yesterday.

Patrick cocked his head toward Seth. "Now why the fuck would that faggot do that?"

"Michael was protecting us from alcohol poisoning and that shit." Seth said simply with a shrug following.

Patrick walked over to Seth and grabbed a fist full of Seth's slightly faded green hair before he pulled him to the floor. "Go get me some beer!" He let go of Seth's hair and stood up straight. "And fix your hair. I didn't raise no faggot."