Rowan: Queen of Chav's

So Dad was right (Fourty-two)

Rowan PoV

So Dad and I were on the train home, me with a prescription note in my bag for the chemist the next day and Dad was there for moral support (also I was a minor).

We actually got seats on the train somehow, since they would've normally been taken already by a parent with a buggy or an actual old person, I was still squeezing Dad's hand tight, because I still felt anxious about everything.

"Are you ok there Baby?"
"I don't know Dad, you were right though"
"About what Darling?"
"About the thing"
"(Snorts), yeah, I know Baby girl, I just wanted to hear you say it is all"
"Do you know if it gets any better to deal with?"
"(Sighs), it doesn't necessarily get any better to deal with Bambina, you just learn to live with it but you're not alone here, I want you to remember that for me Baby, ok"
"Ok"

I rested my head on Dad's shoulder, because honestly I felt safe when I did that, I know that it doesn't really make sense to most people because it's not like a protective position or anything, but honestly I felt safe because it was familiar to me, plus it didn't bring too much attention to me.

"You ok there Baby?"
"Yeah Dad, I'm ok"
"You sure about that Sweetheart?"
"Yeah, I'm sure Dad"
"Ok Miele"

I know that he didn't believe me but I also knew that he knew that I wouldn't want to draw attention to us if he pressed farther while we were on the underground.

We got home, Dad made us both a cup of tea, we then both sat on the couch, everyone else was either coming home from school or at work, so it was just the 2 of us at home.

"So, are you going to tell me what's wrong or do I have to play 20 questions with you?, and don't tell me that there's nothing because we both know that's a lie"
"No, it's probably just me being ridiculous anyway"
"No Baby, please look at me, if it's bothering you that much then it's not ridiculous"
"(Sighs), Dad, am I broken?"
"No Sweetheart, you're not broken, (kisses forehead) where the hell did you even get that idea from Baby?"
"I have a fucking prescription to help me get out of bloody bed in the morning Dad, because otherwise my head will manifest itself into something that we both know that shit is fucking dark and borderline suicidal and-"
"That does not make you broken Sweetheart, mental health isn't that simple to explain here, (sighs), but you are not broken, I promise you that you're not broken, ok Baby"
"Ok Dad"

Dad then pulled me into a hug, to be honest with you, Dad and Papa are probably the only people that could get away with doing that to me, since everyone else would've gotten landed on their arse.

"Dad"
"Yeah Baby"
"Can we get a curry chip for dinner tonight?"
"Yes Sweetheart, we can get a curry chip tonight, I'll call Papa and ask him to get it on his way home"
"Thank you"
"You're welcome, do you want to talk about today or would you rather not talk about it?"
"I would rather not talk about it today Dad"
"Ok Baby"

So we sat there quite peacefully, Dad turned the tv on, I assumed that he was going to watch some action movie or a sitcom as he had the tv controls, but he put on some Tom and Jerry.

"You put Tom and Jerry on"
"Well yeah, why not?"
"I don't know, I was just curious as to why you did put it on is all?"
"It's your favourite thing to watch ever since you were a baby and I figured that you could use a chill out after today"
"Thank you Dad"
"You don't have to thank me Kiddo"
"I know that I didn't have to thank you Dad, but I wanted to"
"Ok Baby, (kisses forehead), I love you"
"I love you too Dad"

It was comforting to sit there and watch Tom and Jerry with Dad, as it reminded me of simpler times, you know, the times of when I was a child, (and didn't have to worry about adult shit).

Soph then came in through the front door, it looked like she had been crying her eyes out, which alerted Dad a bit, because she wasn't one for crying a lot and she looked devastated.

"Darling what's the matter?"
"My boyfriend broke up with me over text"
"Oh Babes, come here"

So Dad hugged Soph with one arm and he hugged me with the other arm, like Dad's do, as none of us were having a good day that day.