Keep on Skating (An appledash fanfic)

Chapter 20

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Rainbow's POV:

I sit back in my seat. I listen to the sound of the judge hitting the hammer thing in that wooden circle thing.

I turn my head and look at my uncle. He looks back at me and smiled. I smile back. He was officially my legal guardian aka parent. I was free from my hell. Finally free.

I turn my head to the other side of the room to see my dad looking at me. Well, it was more of a death glare. It froze me. He was in an orange jumpsuit, obviously handcuffed. I don't mean to sound like Rarity, but he did not look good in that color.

Me and him look at eachother for as long as we could. This was the last time I'd see him. I felt a part of my heart sink and break at the thought. The only parent I have I'd now being ripped away from me and I'll never see him again.

I know, I know. He abused me and did horrible things to me all these years. He was a monster. But a part of me still liked him. He's my dad.

My body relaxed. I saw him slightly differently all of the sudden. I saw a part of who he used to be. My dad. The real dad. The one that would smile at me and give me hugs and kiss my forehead when ge tucked me into bed when I was younger. The man that would always protect me from the monster under my bed even when I was trying to be brave. The man that I used to look up to as a hero. The man I loved. The man who used to love me.

I felt water running down my cheek. I look up. No leak. I look at my dad and realize something. I wipe my cheek and look at my hand. Tears. I'm crying.

What??. Why??. Why am I crying??. I should be happy. The devil I call my dad is gone forever.

I look up at my dad. He's just staring at me. Is my mind playing tricks on me??.

I swore right then and there, he looked..... sorry??. What the heck??. The look on his face was gone in a second. He gave me a disgusted look. I suddenly felt a hand on me. I jump and turn around. I see my uncle standing there.

He smiles gently at me.

"You see it too, right??", he asked. "He feels kinda remorseful for what he's become".

He does??. Is he sorry for what he did to me??.

I look back at my dad. He gives me the look he's always given me. Full of hate and disgust.

He's not sorry and never was.

"I'd like to think that he's sorrt", I say. I sigh and shrug. "But I just don't think he's capable of feeling anything towards me but hate and anger".

I muster up all the courage I have in my body.

I mouth to him.

"I forgive you. I love you, Dad".

My dad looks lost for a moment. The first time I've ever seen him confused. I don't know why I was I telling him this. But I knee it was true in a way. Deep down, I never hated him. That's probably why I never ran away.

Realization hits me hard. I still love him. After everything he's done to me, I still care about the man that no longer loved me as a daughter. I never hated him then. I don't hate him now and I don't think I ever will hate him. He's still my dad. All the good memories I have of him run through my head like a movie. There aren't many but there are some.

I stand there and think back to all the times he smiled at me and made me laugh and said he loved me. It made me smile.

I probably look crazy here, tears running down my face, a goofy smile on my face. But I didn't care.