The Boy With Open Eyes.

Chapter 3: Daily tasks

Cooper's P.O.V.

I make it back home after that terrifying event occurred to me that now made it hard for me to walk after all this. Now I have to do my daily chores and make sure it's all in check just like dad does when he's home with us. It's not what most would do but we have no choice when therapy doesn't work and since I'm the 'lucky' one who didn't end up like them. So know on to the daily tasks I like to do since I feel helpful for doing this every day since dad is busy and I know that being home is a task for him. I know he must hate coming home to see father there waiting for us to leave the room so that they can argue quietly so that we don't know.

I don't know how I didn't realize this up until now and now I kinda just try to ignore or forget that I know this information. I make it to the living room to see all my siblings including Nick and Blue but they aren't active at the moment. They wouldn't be able to stop me right now and I take out my clipboard and start to see what I need to do in what order today. I need to make sure that they have all eaten by checking their bowls to see if they had eaten all their soup and if not they didn't then I need to make sure that they do. And I'm not surprised to see they didn't finish at least half of it but I just need to make sure they are active so I poke them and say "Dad worked hard to make this please do eat it" to each of them.

Each reluctantly ate their food including Nick and Blue but let's say Blue was harder to convince since he tried the punch me and it took Nick grabbing him from behind to shut him up. I didn't care since it's not the first time he tried this and it won't be the last time this happens to me. After finishing that I now have to put the dishes in the sink and make sure their still breathing after putting the dishes in the sink since we had flat lines quite a few times already. Then I go around the house to make sure there are no weapons they can use against anyone or myself. I know that my dad might sound bad for making me do this when he isn't here but I assure you that he tries every day to make the better.

He even drops everything when they want to try to be more social and he takes them separately to therapists so that they don't try anything. As I continue to work around the house and checking the pulses every so often but of course Blossom jumped on top of me trying to strangle me. Right when I thought I was done for I see string go around her as she's pulled off me not harshly but not gently. I see that she instantly deactivates and I do a long sigh as I lay back down to take a few breaths after being momentarily strangled. I turn to see who is still holding her down with those tethered yellow strings and to my shock I see my dad having the strings coming from his fingertips.

I instantly got back up and started running towards him, happy to see him come home earlier than he usually does. He was wearing his white button-down collar shirt with white buttons and a black bow-tie in between his collar, his light purple eyes gaze giving a peaceful look to anything in front of him. His black tuxedo like pants being wrinkled by me hugging his legs pretty tightly and his black shoes being clean as always, his kind smile making me feel happier to see him. He picks me up and spins me around smiling while I giggle and smile back at him after we stopped our hair got a little ruffled up from the spinning. By then he had the strings have gone and my older sister staying still on the ground but I watched as he fixed his hair which was baby blue on the top and the middle being light red and the tips being light purple.

He takes off his work gloves which are white and puts on his white home gloves though I do not understand why he needs a different pair for different places. Once he takes off his gloves revealing his rosy-pale hands that are rarely only when he's putting on his home gloves or his work gloves and many others for different things. But he sighs and his smile drops into a frown as he begins to tear up and "I'm sorry you have to deal with this all and that you get hurt by your family members but I try to help with what I can, I must be the worse parent in all of history" he says quietly to me. He instantly grows quiet and says something I didn't expect "Once the sextuplets are old enough I want you all to leave this place and forget about me and your father, I want you guys to be happy without me and your father being there," he says in a sweet tone while smiling. His eyes seemed entranced by the thought of leaving here or us leaving this cursed placed or maybe both since he seemed to have a look of longing before shaking his head and looking at me with hope.