that faithful winter night | jacob frye x reader

Chapter Three - The Angel in Winter

"Daddy turn that music off! It's making my ears bleed!" She whined after nudging his shoulder roughly to get his attention. She was expecting her father to listen but he only mustered out a laugh.

"I can't believe you would say such words! Back then this was the jam!" He uttered in a loud way as his eyes darted up to the rear-view mirror where he say his daughter giggling at him. While the other beside had her chin in her hand and staring out at the window. No wonder people called them Night and Day. Where Bryony was day, the one who always found ways to brighten someone's day, while the other practically despised everyone. But everyone was different in their own unique ways.

The little one, Bryony, poked her sister to get her attention. "Hermione! Back me up on this! Tell me that his music tastes is utterly terrible!"

Hermione let out a groan in reply. She didn't bother to open her eyes as she felt she was incapable to do so. "Yeah...you dance good little one..."

That made Bryony a bit angry as she glanced back at her father who still had that happy smile on her face. "Well, that helped me a lot. Thanks sis."

Her older sister then opened her eyes and shot a glare at her younger one. "Sorry I wasn't listening. I hope you know that I am very tired and I had to go to your stupid dance."

Bryony's happy facial expression turned into a disconsolate one. Her lip began to tremble and soon her eyes glistened with tears. Slowly, it cascaded down her cheeks and she began to have a tantrum that made both of the people in the car want to curl up in the sound. The father wanted to say something but he felt that it was already too late for she started to scream.

"It's not stupid!" She cried and buried her face into her hands. Bryony removed one hand away from her face to slap her sister on the shoulder which started a fight that made the father's blood bubble. They had to fight over something ridiculous all the time didn't they?

"Hermione! Why would you say such a thing? Apologize to your sister now."

"Why would you make me go there when you know I would say such words? I don't like dancing!"

"But when you were younger you used to be all about dancing. Bryony is just like you Hermione and she wants to follow your footsteps. She follows you so it's best to be careful on which path you walk." He replied, turning down the music so the silence overfilled the car. That didn't ease the crying from Bryony. It was so loud he thought that it could shatter a window.

"Why must you act like everything is going to be perfect for her? Have you forgotten that life isn't fair and sometimes we don't receive the nicest comments from others? Are you failing to teach her reality dad?" She snapped and when she finally had enough of her little sister crying she shouted out. "STOP SCREAMING! Please. You're giving me a headache."

Bryony stopped and removed her hands from her face. Her face was bright red from all the crying she did and she was wheezing to maintain control over herself. The silence had become awkward and the father decided that it was best to break the silence.

"I will teach her. But right now she is too young. I want her to have the time of life before school becomes a terrible thought in her mind. Let her have fun before it lasts okay?" He sighed out and glanced out the window. He couldn't wait to return home, send the girls to bed, and unwind by having a bottle of brandy in his hand. It was in a cabinet that was locked from his daughters' reach if they ever decided to check it out. He never told them that he was an alcoholic but he was pretty sure Hermione knew that he was. She was young, yes, but she wasn't dumb. Just like Bryony. He still remembered when she caught him taking a swig of the drink after an unfortunate event happened. The effect was so strong on him that he wasn't bothered that she watched him, he just continued.