When Lily's Cry: Puppet Strings

Chapter VII. I'm Not Her

WARNING:  May contain mature content such as self harm, murder, suicide, abuse, swearing, rape, sexual insinuations, etc...

A/N: Underage babies listen up! Any and all young readers have been warned of the mature content in this chapter, so I am not liable to any damage to childhood innocence that may occur. Basically tho, dis about to get serious, so if you read dis, it ain't my fault if you scarred for life. (~•^•)~

ALSO: Sorry for no updates in July, I know I said I'd update every month, and I'll keep trying to, but with school around the corner, it's gonna be tough. Please be patient with me, and if I don't update, it's not because I don't care about this story, cause tbh, this is one of the only stories I still have inspo to continue. But even if the updates are no longer monthly, I hope you guys still stick around for the upcoming chapters. Shits 'bout to get real~ Muwahahaha! V(@u@)V

~ENJOY~

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Blue eyes squeezed shut as the boy smiled widely. His grin was one of the purest joy, like any child would have. He laughed, jumping up and down, excitement practically radiating off of him. He tugged on his fathers sleeve, beckoning him to follow. The father did so, seeming pleased with the child's happiness. The two walked from booth to booth, watching the different activities in wonder. The fathers wonder was more towards his son, rather then the festivities.

His son looked just like his mother, and his father loved that about him. It was like his two favorite people were combined into one person. His older child was also one of his favorite people, but his appearance was similar more so to his own than anything.

The tiny blond squealed in excitement, a certain attraction catching his eye.

The father chuckled, "Wanna try that one, Alfred?"

Alfred nodded furiously, already heading in that direction.

The two stood in front of the booth, Alfred on his tiptoes to better witness the intriguing activity.

Alfred watched in aw, following the countless goldfish with his sky blue eyes. The father smiled at that, paying the stand worker the sum needed, and giving Alfred the cup to scoop goldfish in. He explained the premise of the game, before stepping back and watching.

Alfred got the hang of it quickly, scooping up 3 fish before his cup began to tear. He continued on, until the scooper was no longer usable, and ended up with a total of 5 goldfish. His father gave him a thumbs up, and flashed a goofy grin, before patting Alfred on the head.

The stand keeper put the goldfish Alfred had collected into two bags, one for each to carry.

Alfred pranced about, gleefully watching as the two fish in his clear plastic bag swam around. It was like a graceful water dance, performed by two bright, beautiful, and stunningly orange dancers.

Alfred smiled warmly, before giving his father a quick glance. His father was grinning the same way he always had. It was a grin that was so happy, it almost seemed dopey at times. But it was genuine, more genuine then most.

Alfred looked up to his father for that, because even if life got him down, no matter how bad things were, he smiled. The boy honestly believed that that was what kept their family together. The teeny blond wanted to be like his father in that way, he aspired to be someone like him, who through thick and thin, could keep that stupid grin.

Little did Alfred know, was that alcohol could drastically change a mans character, no matter how strong their morals are. And when you remind your father of the women who attempted to leave him, and eventually would? The women he came to so desperately loathe? The woman he began to despise so whole heartedly, that he can't even bare to hear her name?