2. Care (Miles Hollingsworth fanfic)

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The next week went unfortunately pretty much the same. I hadn't been with Miles as much because of the amount of essays I had been cramming in. They weren't my best and I knew it. The teachers had been giving me feedback like "could be better" and "where's that usual quality?" My mind had been all over then place because Dad went to the Trap door drinking like a rebellious teen despite me yelling at him. Why did I have to be the parent?!

It was especially scary one night when I woke up in a sweat having a reoccurring nightmare. It was of Christmas but instead of Miles getting hit it was me again...and again. I tried creeping into my father's room so I could sleep with him for comfort, but he was still out. I was still effected, despite it being months ago. I had FaceTime called up Miles that night feeling bad that I woke him but he and soothed me until I was okay. I felt bad but he had assured me he didn't mind like the amazing caring guy he is.

"Rise and shine" Dad walked into my room. He threw open my curtains. He rested burnt toast with peanut butter on it, he knew I hated peanut butter.

"I would be shining more if I didn't have to stay up to open the door for you every night."  I sighed.
He sat on the end of my bed and patted my arm.
"Look at me, I'm sorry. I've messed up. Let me make it up to you. Let's take the day off. We can drive down town and go shopping." He grinned.

"Dad...I have school." I replied confused. Did he not think about that? Did he not care?
"Yeah, but I get lonely by myself! Come on! It'll be fun!" He grins.

"No, dad." I put my foot down.
"Ugh!!" He groaned and put his hand on his head. He looked like a hobo you'd find in the curb.
"Headache." He pointed to his forehead which had greasy grey hair stuck to it.

"That would be a hangover, not a very employable state to be in.."I sigh and reach into the draw beside my bed.
"Take two of these and then two more in 4 hours." I instruct giving him some pills.

"Nah, nah, I'm fine. I'm going to sort my study out today." He looks up at me. I would have believe him if he hadn't been saying that for he last three days.

"Yeah and where does it normally lead you, to the pub." I roll my eyes. I knew it hurt him to go in there but still. Why couldn't I just ban alcohol?
He sighed and nodded to himself.

"I'm sorry. It amazes me how you manage all this?" He points to all of himself and then around him. I look at his expression and it makes me mad. The fact he knew he was making my life difficult but still did nothing about it.

"Does this look like managing to you? I've called in a cleaner because I can't even do the chores whilst juggling school on top, I'm falling behind on school work because I'm too tired from waiting for you to come home from the bar. I'm only doing it because you keep worrying me and Mums left so I have no one to take half responsibility of you to stop you being crazy." I exclaim truly exploding at him.

"Responsibility of me? I'm not a child Olivia." He frowns, says the guy who was tempting me to ditch school.
"Then stop acting like one, you aren't the business man I know when you're looking like this, have some self worth!" I shout, he winces from his head ache. I pick up a top and some school books.

"And how do you expect us to pay for this cleaner? We aren't so rich any more.. no sir." He shrugs his hands. I didn't even want to think about how much money the company had claimed from us.

"Then get job." I state and slam the door on my way out. I ran down the stairs angrily throwing on a top and a skirt. I walked past the kitchen. It was a tip from him trying to make breakfast.  I sighed and walk out.