Bonus Chapter 2: Legacy

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I'll probably be doing the interview today, but I want to write this bonus chapter first. Warning: Wilder (Dax's son) has quite the potty mouth. cx He's been cursing since he was four because Dax is such a wonderful dad.

Bonus Chapter 2: Legacy

~Wilder: Age 15~

       "Ten," I said. "A ten percent chance. Ten percent out of one-fucking-hundred. That is a ninety percent chance of not getting it. You know that one movie? The odds are in your favor, or whatever? Yeah, the odds are not in my fucking favor."

       Mom sighed. "When will you learn not to curse?"

       "I can do what I want."

       "I blame your dad," Mom said.

       "Hey, he learned those words on his own," Dad objected. "Okay, so I may have told him about the F-bomb. And what shit means. And bitch. And....Okay, I see your point. Anyway, Wilder, you're going to have to take this seriously."

       "You think I won't?" I asked. "You think I'll just be like....fuck you, you stupid voices. You're fucking fake and I hate you."

       "Actually, yes, you probably will," Dad said. "Look, I've been through it. I'm still going through it. It's going to be tough...."

       "No shit."

       "Wilder," Dad said. "Just take the medication, listen to your therapist, and you can live a normal life."

       "Not when the medication tastes like shit."

       "Yeah, I know that," Dad said. "I still had to suck it up and take it. Although, I stopped taking it at one point and...."

       "So you're saying I don't have to take it?"

       "No, believe me, you'll want to take it," Dad said. "Now get your shoes on, I have to take you to school."

       "I'm not going," I said.

       "And why not?" 

       "What if someone finds out?" I asked. "What if I hear voices in class? What if...."

       "We got it figured out, Wilder," Dad said. "I already told your teachers, as well as the help teacher. If the voices get too much, you're allowed to listen to music in class. And your grandpa is your English teacher, and he taught me before, so he knows how to handle it."

        "Not to mention my sister had it," Mom said. "You'll be fine. Your grandpa will help you if you ever need it, okay? Go get your shoes on and get ready to go to school."

       "Whatever," I muttered before going to the door and putting my shoes on. After a shitty summer, I had to go back to the hellhole. What a perfect life.

       After my shoes were on, I grabbed my bag and followed Dad outside and to his car. He always dropped me off at school while Mom dropped my younger siblings off at school. And today was their first day of middle school. They were going to have a blast.

       I think sarcasm was actually my first language.

       Dad pulled into the parking lot of the school. "If you ever need to go for a walk to clear your mind, your grandpa is completely okay with you leaving in the middle of class without asking for permission," he said.

       "Good to know," I said. "Can I just not go to school today? Or ever?"

       "You'll be fine," Dad said. "You have been taking your medication, right?"

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