A Battle

It's always a fucking battle, why?!  I don't understand why I fall for it every. Single. Time!  My thoughts of rage and hurt flooded my head. 

"sweetheart? What's wrong" my father popped his head into my door to see me lieing on my bed screaming into my pillow. Show time. Smiles. "oh the screaming? " he chuckles his not to deep light hearted laugh "no i meant the robot downstares" i raise my eyebrow amused "was that supposed to be your attempt at sarcasm dad? Because I think it was" i giggle getting up hitting him with my pillow, the reaction was, wow. "oh. No. You. Diiidnt! " he shapes his fingers in one of those z shapes figurines. "dad? " i attempt to hold back my room filling laughter as i pointed behind him to daddy. He slowly turned around, as, from what I could tell, he smiled ear to ear. "DREW! " dad ran into daddy's arms and kisses him. "where have you been? It's been a week? You didn't call me yet today, i missed you, please never leave again " dad rambled holding on to daddy for dear life.  "Brax " daddy chuckles " I've only been gone nine hours, i have to leave to go to work everyday, i missed you and our little lady kyle too, i didnt call because I didn't get lunch break honey " he says in an apologetic manner, once again kissing dad. "EWWWIE" i squeal with my 16 year old voice.  Breaking apart they playfully shoot a glare my way, my tongue slips out like a flickering light, flashing at them. "i'm hungry " i pout as i hug daddy, finally stealing him away from dad, "i bet, you skinny little stick " skinny? No "whatever " i smile, fakely of course.  "who wants Chinese? Anyone? " dad and daddy nod in unison "DADDYS TURN TO PAY! " i yell and with that we head out the door