My Hero || n.g•

Chapter 2

This chapter, and next chapter, are purposely in past tense because this a flashback.
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Two days ago

I was in the living room watching tv when I heard the front door open. My dad was coming home drunk, as usual. But the only thing is my 19 year old brother wasn't home. He isn't here to protect me like he always does.

He stumbles in and slams the front door. "Hello, Chloe." He slurs.

"Hi dad." I lightly smile at him. I thought maybe if I'm nice to him he would leave me alone. He could just go to sleep his drunkenness off.

But I was wrong. His face twisted in anger, "Don't give me sass, missy." He slurs.

"All I said was hi?" I questioned, a little irritation laced in my voice.

I guessed the irritation in my voice was obvious as he came up to me, raising his hand. I close my eyes waiting for the sting to come across my cheek.

Before he could do anything the front door opens and my brother, Michael, runs in. Michael tackles my dad to the ground in a blink of an eye.

"What are you doing?!" He screams in my dad's face. I expected for him to punch Michael or something. But he did something I haven't seen him do in two years.

He started crying.

"Dad?" I questioned quietly, scared he still might lash out on me.

"I'm sorry," He cried. "I'm so sorry."

Michael and I looked at eachother in confusion. He got off my dad, "About?"

My dad stood up and looked at us in sorrow. "I'm sorry for everything I have ever done to you guys. I have been a horrible father. Ever since your mother passed away I haven't been the same. I'm so sorry."

The remainder of my deceased mom will always have an effect on me. She was too young to pass, and it was all an accident. A car accident. They found her wrecked car engulfed in flames on Laman Street, 15 minutes away from our house. The videos of the car on fire from the news take over my memory and I started crying.

"Maybe you should go to bed." I suggested wiping up my silently fallen tears. He nodded and wiped his tears also, "I love you guys."

I bit my lip looking at Michael. He gave me a stern look shaking his head. I reframed from returning the words as my dad walked to his room.

I started to walk to my room but Michael grabs my wrist. "You know he is bluffing, right? He doesn't mean what he says."

I looked down, collecting my thoughts on what just happened. "He is our dad though. What he has did was wrong, very wrong. But I get in a way where he was coming from. He was trying to cope with mom's death He just had a bad way of showing it." Mike let go of my wrist and shook his head, "I don't think he is telling us the truth on how he is gonna change."

"You never know, he could. Goodnight, Michael" I turned around and headed to my bedroom. I closed the door and jumped into bed.

I closed my eyes, thinking like I always do before I go to bed. Is my dad really going to change? Part of me wants to believe it. Yet another part of me telling me this is a lie and I should listen to Mike.

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I woke up to the smell of... pancakes? No one ever makes breakfast in my house.

I slumped out of bed and walk into the kitchen to my dad making pancakes. My eyes slightly widened at this sight. My dad is usually not even out of bed till 1am. So this was definitely a shock to me.