So, I understand that my dad and my uncles are in a band and all but they never pay attention to me anymore. They used to talk to me all the time and now they don't even look up when I'm in the room. Sure, they have music to work on but even after they finish working on that, they still don't pay attention to me!!
I was really upset about it actually but I tried not to let it get to me too much. I was in my room scrolling through Tumblr when I remembered I had to have my dad sign a field trip form. I went downstairs and saw all my uncles and dad writing things down. I guess they were working on more music?
I went up to my dad and poked him. Of course he didn't budge at all. "Dad!" I said loudly but he still didn't answer. I huffed and went to my uncle Mikey since he was actually related to dad, I figured he could sign instead. I went up to Mikey and poked him. All I got out of him was a little "Hmm?"
"Can you sign this?" I asked sort of impatiently. He didn't even acknowledge that I said anything and continued to write. I was getting fed up with being ignored.
I went up to Ray next, hoping he could sign my paper but there was no luck on doing that either. Ray was too busy writing as well. I went up to Frank last and he didn't answer either. I was really upset, it was obvious that none of them cared for me anymore. I went up to my room and an idea popped into my head. I can "fall" downstairs!!
I got prepared in the hallway and fake fell down the stairs. "OWWW!!! I THINK I BROKE MY APPENDIX!! OH, GOD MY SPLEEN IS FRACTURED!!" I wailed but all my dad did was quietly say, "You're fine." I huffed once again and sat on the stairs to think of how to get their attention.
I couldn't think of anything else to do besides yell or set the house on fire so... I chose to yell. "HELLO!!!' WHAT IF I DIED? WOULD YOU PAY ATTENTION THEN??" Finally, all eyes were on me. They were more or less confused but I still got their attention.
"What are you doing?" My dad asked.
"WHAT AM I DOING?!? YOU GUYS NEVER PAY ATTENTION TO ME ANYMORE!!! I WAS TRYING TO GET YOU TO SIGN MY FIELD TRIP FORM!!!" I was out of breath and tired of waiting around. I shook my head and stormed up to my room. Call me a moody teen but I was truly upset about this.
About ten minutes later I heard a knock on my door. My dad walked in with a weird face.
"Hey, I'm sorry-"
"Sorry doesn't cut it this time! None of you even seem to care about me anymore! I understand that you guys have to work on music and stuff but I'm your daughter and their niece! You guys should have at least a little time for me." I said, a tear falling from my eye. My dad came up to me and tried to hug me but I was fed up. As soon as he sat down next to me I got up and went downstairs.
When I got downstairs my uncles rushed towards me. "We're so sorry-" but I cut them off with the shake of my head. I went into the kitchen and took out a pot from the cabinet. I found a paper on the table along with Frank's lighter. I crumpled up the paper and put it into the pot. I lit the paper on fire with the lighter and brought the fiery pot into the living room.
"Oh no, there's a fire!" I said very sarcastically. "Y/N WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?" My dad screamed.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?" I yelled back. He snatched the pot from my hand and put it under the faucet and ran water onto it. Once it was out he turned around and glared.
"I should be the one glaring at you guys!! It's been TWO WEEKS AND YOU GUYS HAVE BARELY EVEN SAID A SENTENCE TO ME!" Tears started to fall from my face and Mikey tried to hug me. "No!" I yelled as he got closer. I dodged his hug and stared at the guys again.
"I need some time alone, I'm really hurt." When I said that I didn't even mean mentally. When I fake fell from the stairs I actually hurt myself a little but I wouldn't let my dad or uncles know. I rested on my bed. My back was really killing me. About an hour later my back hurt so bad that I had to go downstairs.
I saw only my dad sitting on the couch. He looked up at me and smiled sympathetically. "Dad, when I fell down the stairs I think I screwed up my back. It hurts so bad!" I said. He rushed over to me and hugged me.
"Do you want it get it checked out?" He asked worriedly. I simply nodded and he rushed me out the door and to the hospital.
At the hospital they said I would need to rest for two weeks cause I really did screw up my back. On the way home my dad put his hand out. I looked at him and took his hand in mine. I missed this kind of attention.
"You know I love you, right?"
"Yes, I know." I said back.
"Well I'm sorry that we weren't giving you the attention you needed. Yes, we were working on music but I could've made time to hangout with you and I'm sorry that I didn't." I looked over at him and smiled.
"It's fine, I just missed my dad." I put my head down.
We finally got home and my dad made me lay down on the couch with tons of pillows to support my back. I laughed because he was so worried. Then my uncles cane in.
"What happened?!?" Ray exclaimed.
"Y/n screwed up her back because of us." My dad said quietly.
"It was my fault, don't worry about it!" I said, trying to lighten the mood.
"We're all really sorry, Y/n..." Ray said sadly. I got up and grunted because of the pain, Ray winced. He could tell I was in pain. I slowly walked up to Ray and hugged him. I knew it killed him to see me upset, he said it himself! He accepted my hug gladly and picked me up bridal style to bring my back to the couch.
"Thanks." I said smiling. He nodded and hugged me once more. The rest of the night, we all played fake poker. Instead of using money and tokens we used pretzels and goldfish. It was fun and it was my dad and uncles' way of saying sorry. I appreciated it, I felt like they cared again.
By the end of the night, I had fallen asleep with my head in Ray's lap and him stoking my hair. I felt loved again.
A/N: I feel like this one was horrible but oh well I guess. I truly hope you enjoyed.
Stay safe, killjoys!
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