Worse Than It's Bite [NIALL HORAN FANFICTION]

13. Rejoining Lucas Pt.2

AN: Damn I suck! I will be back on track I swear! WRITERS BLOCK IS GOING TO GIVE ME AN ANEURISM!

Nothing much from here!

-Taylor<3

ALYSSA'S POV

"Wait- no way- oh my god!" I smiled.

I sure hope I'm not the only Former in the family! Guess not.

I think.

I hope.

And Danny!

"You okay there?" Lucas said sarcastically, waving his hand in front of me, breaking my trance.

"Has something completely strange happen to you? Something that completely broke the laws of science?" I asked.

"Um, no..." He said like a was insane.

If I'm a Former, and Lucas is a Former, and Danny is a Former, and my mother is not a Former, that could only mean one thing, which by now should be pretty obvious- my dad is a Former.

I have few memories of my father, but the ones I remember are the best.

~FLASHBACK~

"Tell me more Daddy!" at three years old I was always eager to learn, especially when he was talking about Vietnam.

"Tell me more about Vetnaamm!" I cried.

"Well, I told you how to say méo and con chó." He thought. "Hmm, I forgot. What where they again?" He asks.

"Méo is cat, and con chó is dog!" I say happily.

"Very good." He nods. "What about dinky dú?"

"Ummm..." I hum.

"Nuts! Because you, are nuts!" He says, pushing me over and tackling me with kisses and tickles.

~End~

It was times like those that I truly believed my father was a good man. That he would never leave.

And certainly, not for one second, did I ever believe he was a dog.

I also figured out why he went into Vietnam without being drafted.

Formers love fighting.

Fighting is war.

War is violence.

Formers love violence.

Pretty simple.

Maybe Lucas hasn't completely formed yet. It took me a few hours for the change to happen.

"Lyss, what the heck happened to you while you where gone?" He laughed, fake slapping both of my cheeks. I flinched away, because I knew if he did it again my Former reflexes would kick in. I'd probably break his arm like a twig and not know it. He saw me flinch and raised an eyebrow.

"Now I need to know what happened to you. Your scaring the living crap out of me, Alyssa." He said, staring me down. I knew he was serious because he doesn't call me 'Alyssa'. He calls me 'Lyss'.

I have to make up something. Quick. Something that won't scare him or make him rage unto the person associated with me. Something that doesn't involve being kidnapped and beaten. Something that doesn't involve me turning into a dog. Or anything that involves guns.

"Well, I was fired from my job, I had no money, and, well, I ran away from... Life." I could see he didn't believe me, but he let it slide. Thank God.

"How are you paying for your apartment?" He asked.

"Jamie has- oh, crap!" I rested my hand on my forehead, which pushed up my hair in stress.