healing perfection l.h.

Chapter 4

Chapter 4 

A/N: Sorry it's late but I promised an update so here it isssss.:)

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Sophie's POV

My father promised me, swore to me that he would come back.

I was always his favorite and he was the best daddy in the whole world.

Both my parents were, actually, freakin amazing.

Until they started fighting. I don't know why they fought so much, it was abusive, and both of them would end up crying. It wasn't a peaceful divorce at all - it was violent and it was bound to end a disaster.

My father loved my mother and he couldn't handle it anymore, so he left. But he promised me he would come back and I don't know where he is. I miss him so much and I'm angry at him for not coming back like he promised.

I decided to approach Mom about it. I knew she wouldn't be happy but I wanted to once and for all find my father - for my own sake, and Chip's sake. 

Oh yeah, Chip, my ten year old brother.

Him and I have been through hell and back together, and I would do anything for that boy.

Anything.

"Mom, I want to ask you something but you have to promise not to get mad," I said, observing her as she speedily typed on her laptop. She closed it and looked up.

"I don't know about that," she said, grinning. 

"I swear it's not that bad."

"Fine, Soph. What's going on?"

"Well," I started, and then sat down next to her. I could make out Chip's auburn messy hair peeking out from the living room, watching us.

"I want to find Dad."

Mom's eyes grew dark.

"W-what?"

"Mom," I put my hand on her shoulder. "I know you hate him but he is still my father. And no matter how angry I am for leaving us, I want to find him and I know Chip does too." 

"Sophie," she put her head in her hands and let out a huge sigh of stress.

"I just don't know how you would find him, and the outcome might not be as you expect Sophie."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean you haven't seen him in six years. Who knows what he's doing, what he's doing with his life. I just don't know if I would be able to handle it," she admitted.

"Well I'll give you some time to think. Sorry if I made you nervous Momma, I love you."

"I love you too honey."

"Night Mom."

I walked upstairs, dragging Chip with me.

"Soph can you sleep in here tonight?" he asked.

"Sure Chip."

We both changed into our pjs and I layed down on the bottom bunk of Chip's bed while he turned on the night light.

"Sophie, what if we never find Daddy? All the other kids have a father," Chip said.

"Chip." I stood up and climbed up to his bunk.

"I don't want you to worry about this. If we never find him, who cares? We both know Mom is more than enough and makes up for way more then a million moms and dads combined," I said.

"Promise?"

"Pinky." I linked fingers with Chip and told him it was time for bed.

After all this drama with my father and Chip and mom, funny how the last thing I thought about before I fell asleep was Luke.

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Calum's POV 

"I really don't want to be doing this," Ashton told me.

"Ash! You know we have to."

"Calum you know how he treated me."

"How he treated both of us," I corrected. "And all we have to do is talk about this. Then he will leave, and we can go get Starbucks."

Ashton rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say, Cal."

The doorbell rang, and our eyes darted to the door.

"Shouldn't you get it because it's your house?" Ashton said. I groaned.

"You're lucky my parents are away, our we wouldn't be able to do this," I told him, walking towards the door.

"True, they would never let Michael in the house again."

I swung the door open.

"Hello Calum," he greeted, pushing his awkward green hair out of his eyes.

"Clifford," I grumbled. Michael Clifford, the bully who used to be my best friend.

"Ashton!" he exclaimed. 

"Let's get this over with," Ashton responded.

"We only brought you here because we need to find out who put us on the damn radio," I said to Michael. We sat down at the kitchen table. 

"Well let's recap," Michael began. "We posted an acoustic cover of our original song on YouTube with a link to a download too. Some lad decides to make up lyrics and record himself singing hella well to our song. Then, it gets leaked and we are somehow on the freakin radio."

"Boys," I sighed. "What have we gotten ourselves into?"