Chapter Four
The drive was quiet, I could tell by the way Drake was acting; he wasn’t in the mood for chit-chat. I hate when he gets like this. I sighed and talked anyway.
“Drake?” My voice was soft.
“Alice,” His tone was stone.
“Stop.” He sighed.
“He’s our dad.” We made a turn off road through trees and when the trees opened, Drake’s jaw dropped open.
“No. Fucking. Way.”We starred at the last happy memory we had of our little family.
Mom woke us up one morning, packed a cooler and some sunscreen and we spent the whole evening out at this pond. The place hasn’t changed a bit, it’s still beautiful, and glowing full of life and color.
We parked and dad walked over smiling, “Kids, come sit.”
Drake was tense but I saw no harm in it. I skipped ahead and sat down. We all sat on the wooden picnic table in silence. Dad finally spoke, looking at us sympathetically.
“Ok, tigers...let’s jump straight into this...I’m sorry…after your mother’s death I stopped being a good father. I’m sorry…I was just sad, then Tracy came and I got hooked on some bad mojo and became angry…I’m sorry I touched ya’ll…I’m sorry I hurt ya’ll mentally and physically.” He lost his voice crying, his pitiful sob made my heart fall.
I pounced up and hugged him around his neck, “Shush, daddy…I forgive you.”
He continued to sniffle. Drake was distant still, not accepting. He got the worst of the abuse, not just from Dad, but also the pack. Gah, I hate the pack. Dad gazed at us.
“I’m dropping the pack,” Drake’s eyes looked up with disbelief.
“I recently noticed what they’ve been doing to my kids and I won’t have it.”
Drake drove home blaring the music. He wasn’t pissed; he just preferred his music like this. We got home and we walked our separate ways to our rooms.
I opened my laptop, entering my secret username and password; linking me to my journal. Blaring music, I began to clear away today’s annoyance.
People are so stupid. First thing this morning, this prep bitch walked up to me and asked if I had a dollar to feed her. Bitch, your shoes are more expensive than my whole outfit and probably more. I didn’t even know her but she pestered me for ten minutes. Later on this Bruce fucker came up to me with two other fangers and they started hitting on my body inappropriately. Fucking sick bastards. Makes me hate fangers. Had to lie to drake yet again, about I feel about him and Angel. She’s pretty and seems sweet but I’ve seen her with Bruce and the rest of the fuckers. She will turn on Drake and break his sweet, damaged heart. I wanna say something so bad but-
Drake rushed in my room and growled. Fuck, did he know I lied to him, I thought as I quickly shut my laptop. Putting on a confused concerned gaze towards him, “Drake, you ok?”
“No, I’m pissed and I’m about to kill.” His growl intensified.
“Drake, calm down. Tell me what happened.” I pleaded. He clenched his fists and shook his head.
“I’m sorry…”He said and went to my window, opening it and transforming into a hawk flying fast away.
