The Failure of Past

Chapter 9~~Bree's, Hope's, Vader's and their dad's PoV

~~~~~~~~~Vader's PoV~~~~~

I sat their looking at them. (Please don't think creep...it's in a father like way...ok). I patched them up and then went and gave them some sleep medicine to keep them asleep. They had no idea the other was there with them. I was told to make sure they didn't go any and to make sure no one got to them, but I doubt that anyone will be coming for them...and they looked so peaceful there together that I didn't want to disturb them. Their dad's are in a meeting...most likely talking about the girls and dealing with the men who took Bree. I wonder...what are they thinking about? I hope it's pleasant, they don't deserve to go through any more pain. And I sat there wondering what their dad's were going to do to them.

~~~Bree's Dream~~~

My dad and I have always been close...I didn't get much time with my mom because she was always going out with friends or was at work so I didn't really like her much. Of course I love her...she's my mom...I'd be devastated if anything ever happened to her...or dad for that matter. When I was a baby my mom and dad started taking me with them to South Korea to visit mom's friends and dad's and their work was there too. But we lived in both America and South Korea because my mom liked South Korea more while my dad liked America more...so we split lives basically...one in America and the other in South Korea. I've been friends with Hobi every since I was a little kid...well littler than now that is...like a baby. And a man named Yang would come and stand over me and smile and play with me... I think he likes me... not in a weird way but in a protective father way. He's like an uncle to me... even though we aren't related. He comes by for dinner and he'd give me little gifts...then he would go with my dad to dad's private study upstairs and they would talk in whispers for hours. He always came by in a suit so I think it was business. But one night that would all change. It was a cloudy day. Mom was out so dad put on TV and we were playing games. It went on for hours and mom still wasn't home. He taught me how to make mac and cheese later that night. My dad was starting to get upset. Mom should have been home by now. He sent me up to bed and then headed outside. I heard the door open and I peeked down the stairs to see mom. She quietly closed the door and took off her shoes. Then she went towards her and dad's room. My dad never drank before that night. I don't know why he did. I was three years old. It was late at night and dad still hadn't come home. I couldn't sleep so I was watching TV. But then my dad entered the house and started yelling. I never heard him yell before so I was scared but I, being the curious little kid I was, went down the stairs. I could smell the alcohol on him, and he was hitting the house servants. I got really scared then. He wasn't acting like himself...drinking, yelling, and hitting people. My mom came running into the room. They were in the kitchen and I was peeking around the corner. Mom was trying to calm him down to no success...in fact he was getting angry at her for that. He started hitting her. I couldn't take it anymore. I started screaming. My dad stopped and they both looked at me. Dad got off of mom and she quickly stood up and brushed herself off. She started to make her way towards me. I was crying by now. Dad stepped in front of mom and call for my personal maid to take me back upstairs to my room. Then he muttered something about a shower and headed off in the direction. Mom started towards me again but my maid picked me up and carefully carried me to my room. She set me down and wiped the tears away. Then she gave me some sleep medicine and tucked me in. I feel asleep but I didn't forget about what happened. I had nightmares that night for the first time. Next morning came. I went downstairs and mom was sitting down eating food. Dad sat across from her, eating far more then she was...as if nothing happened. I sat down between them and my maid silently brought me my waffles with whipped cream and fresh fruit. This never happened before. They usually wake me up before breakfast and play with me then we head to breakfast together and eat. There would be smiles and laughter...but this was a cold and silent meal. Not only that but dad started to smoke. When did he start going all these things? I tried to talk to him but he didn't even notice me. So I tried mom, but she just shook her head and kept eating. I didn't feel up to eating and it didn't feel right in there so I left and went straight to my room. I ignored the call of my maid and closed the door behind me, locking it. I sat down on my bed and cried. Then I felt a hand on me. I jumped but I only saw Hope there, and for the first time that day I smiled and I jumped into her open arms.