One Shots

Cricky

Note: I apologize for my long absence. Being an adult isn't as easy as it seems, I suppose, but I'm surviving. If anyone has any ideas for one-shots I'd love to hear them in the comments, my inspiration at the moment is at a low. And if any of you care, I got an instagram (lestrangemakeup). It's pretty blank at the moment, but I guess you guys can reach out to me on there and I'll follow back. I appreciate all of the support.

His door slammed shut, and I winced. The air in the car seemed to grow denser the longer we both sat there. I watched his fingers flex beneath the leather of his driving gloves, picturing his tattooed knuckles turning white from the death grip he had on the wheel.

"Would you care to explain why I had to leave the studio to pick you up instead of taking your Mom out to lunch?"

I rolled my eyes.

He was always so dramatic. I knew damn well that the principal didn't let him walk out of the office without a full report on my behavior, he was just trying to make me feel guilty.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, Ivan, this is serious." I crossed my arms, turning my head to stare out the window and avoid looking at my Dad.

The movement made him growl, and I was thankful he couldn't see the fear in my bruised face.

"You're not two years old, anymore, Ivan. You can't just punch someone because you didn't like what they said about you. That's not how life works."

Anger began to seep into my blood like snake venom, and I snapped my head around to stare at my father.

"He called me a faggot!"

Dad sighed. "I never said that he was right to call you that, Ivan, but you can't solve anything with violence."

I rolled my eyes again, huffing and flinging my body back into the seat. "It looked pretty fucking solved to me."

He raised an eyebrow. "Have you looked in the mirror? Your mother is going to have a conniption fit when he sees his baby with a busted lip." I shrugged. "You should've seen the other kid."

We pulled to a stop in the parking lot of the recording studio, but Dad kept the child lock on, trapping me in the vehicle with him.

He turned to face me with a frown. "Your sisters never did shit like this." He sighed and leaned over to kiss my head. "You're grounded as fuck as soon as we get home, am I clear?"

I tried to pout, but my lip hurt too much.

He ignored my attempt to soften him up and unlocked the doors.

I followed behind him into the studio, getting a sympathetic look from the lady at the front desk.

Dad lead us back through the hallway and into the room where the rest of the band was hanging out.

Uncle Ryan was the first one to notice me from behind my Dad, and he smirked. "There's the little troublemaker." Dad scoffed. "Don't encourage him."

Ryan gave me a wink, and I smiled a little.

Uncle Vinny held up a piece of pizza. "You hungry, little man?" I nodded, glancing up at Dad before I sat down. "I'm not going to starve you, baby." He chuckled and kissed my head before I took a seat by Vinny. "I'm not that bad of a Dad."

Mom laughed and crawled over to sit in front of me, cupping his soft hands under my chin to give me the once over with a frown.

"Why, baby?" He was whispering, but the entire room went quiet to listen to my explanation.

I gulped, feeling both of my parents' eyes burning holes in my skull.

"He was calling me names, Mommy." I whispered back. "He said I was a stupid faggot who wasn't good for anything. But the 'stupid faggot' beat his ass."