Have Faith: Life and Times of a Glorious Asshole

In Which Things Get a Bit Sappy and Cliche

Now, after finding out that the Gates of Hell were opening and the world would possibly end, I decided to try and get my affairs in order.
Because, YOLO.

It was for that exact reason that the next day, against the wishes of the Goodie-Gang (who were holed up at the house, attempting to figure out who was behind our impending doom and how exactly to stop them), I was standing in front of the hotel room door.
I knocked on the wood before lowering my arm to my side and fidgeting slightly.

The door was opened and I was met with the face of an older man, around his late 40's or early 50's. He observed me.
"Yes?" He greeted me, English accent thick. "Is there something I can help you with?"
"Yeah. There is, actually. Is Dawn here?" I asked.

Something about the presence of the man was beginning to slowly and surely infuriate me.

The man nodded. "Yes. She is. May I ask who you are?" He questioned.
'Oh, me? I'm no one. Just...her biological sister, asswipe.' I thought to myself before plastering on a grin. "A friend." I answered.
"Oh, really?" He asked. "She's made friends already? That's amazing!" He beamed proudly.
I nodded, trying to continue with the nice act. "Oh, yeah. Amazing. I kno-"
"I'm so proud of her." He chuckled. "I know it's pretty sappy, but, she's such an amazing young lady and I'm just honored to be her fath-"

The man couldn't finish his sentence as I grabbed him, slamming him into the wall with a dangerous glare.
"Listen, bub." I snarled. "You are not her father. Our parents are dead. You will never replace our father."
The man's eyes widened in realization and he opened his mouth to defend himself, only for me to pull him away from the wall and bash him back into it.
"You get it? You aren't her father! You'll never be her father because our parents are DE-"
"Faith!" A voice cried out.

I froze, slowly turning my head to catch sight of Dawn.
Sweet, innocent Dawn who had a look of pure shock across her face as I stood in front of her, keeping her foster father pinned to the wall in front of me.

Seeing her look of surprise and horror, I stepped back, letting the man stagger slightly as he got his bearings.
Once he finally got some sort of control of his motor skills, he gazed at me in what almost appeared to be fear.
"Get out." He said quickly. "Get out before I call the police."

Sparing one glance at Dawn, I nodded.
Even with my raging 'honey badger menstruating' anger issues, I was still a little bitch when it came to my sister's happiness.
I had fucked up.
I had fucked up bad.

I turned and left the apartment, closing the door behind me in defeat. I walked down the hallway, heading towards the elevators when I could hear the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching me.
I turned around to see Dawn running after me, her eyes wide.

"Faith!" She cried as she grabbed onto my arm, turning me around to face her completely. "What...what was that?" She asked, staring at me in what looked to be betrayal.
I shook my head. "It-it was an accident. I...I got angr-"
"That's not an excuse!" She interrupted me, her voice hoarse. Realizing she had stopped me from talking, she looked down. "I'm sorry for interrupting you, I just overreacted."
"That's exactly what I did." I explained.

Dawn shook her head before looking back at me. "You hurt him. You hurt my father."

Okay.
Hold up.
Father?
Father?!

"Excuse me, but, your father?" I asked. "Seriously? Your FATHER? That man is not your father!" I protested.
Dawn studied me critically.
"Faith, he is technically my-"
"No." I glared, eyes blazing in fury. "Don't you dare say it. Not you, too."
"Faith, don't take this in the way I know you wi-"
"Take it on the way you know I will?" I asked, practically snarling.