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Reunited Flames ∘ 3

"You need to make sure your taking care of yourself Sonny."

My father spoke through FaceTime, somehow managing to look straight in my eyes and through me soul, even over the phone. It was one of the only traits I was actually happy my parents passed down to me. Somehow my dad could just sense things in me, and immediately know how my day, week, or even month had gone. An annoying trait, but useful nonetheless.

"I always am dad." I smiled slightly into the camera.

"Yeah okay, I mean it." He repeated, semi sternly. "Hows your little friend? Fetus? Phineas? What's his name?"

"Fergus, dad." I chuckled just thinking about how Fergus would go off if he heard my dad butcher his name like that. He took 'disrespect' like this very seriously, even if it was unintended.

"He's fine. "

"Hm. Just fine? You guys are always around each other."

"Yes dad, we work together. "

"Doing what exactly?"

"We're business partners. Mind your business old man." I looked into the camera and slyly smiled at him, causing my aging father to laugh.

"Oh Sonny, you've always been the mysterious one of my children."

"Yeah, because I was always questioning the fact that you never stopped having them." We laughed harmoniously together, and I actually felt really nice.

I missed having these times with my father, where we just talked and laughed, and I didn't feel like the weight of the world was on my back.

My dad was undeniably my favorite person in the world, probably my only real friend, despite Fergus at times. I always felt lucky to have a very involved dad, and even though he had a bunch of bratty kids - that I personally wasn't fond of - he made each of us feel special, wanted and important in the world. In a weird way, my dad inspired my career choices. It was like I needed to feel like I mattered, like I had always felt, but when assholes try to use me or treat me terribly, I have to respond with anger. Violence.

"I love you little girl. You hear?"

"I love you too dad." I said, smiling, realizing he was trying to get me off the phone.

"I've got to go, your mother wanted me to finish cleaning out the garage today." I nodded getting ready to hang up the phone. "You should call her soon, she misses you."

"I'll think about it." I said dismissing him, not looking forward to my father's weekly talk about the issues he has with me not speaking to my mom. "We'll talk soon."

I quickly hung up the phone laying back down, hoping to get back to the beautiful sleep I was feeling before my father decided to check up on me in the wee hours of the morning. However , I was sadly interrupted again by the banging off some disrespectful ass man on my front door.

"Sonetta!" I heard Fergus yell from upstairs in my room, which annoyed me more by how this man was always so loud.

"Shut up!" I yelled back walking down the stairs in my pajama set and furry slides.

I opened the door, revealing a very frustrated Fergus, or like some would like to call it - his regular face. He quickly pushed past me, radiating irritation, and entered my living room, plopping down on the first chair he saw.

"First off don't walk into my house without a proper greeting and act like you have a right to be here. Secondly, what do you want." I spoke, running my hand through the front of my hair, feeling Fergus's negative energy pass on to me.