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Going under

unexpected

I took in the scenery around me as I was driving, dam traffic cant you go any faster, as you can see I'm not a very patient person, I've been driving for 8 hours and 54 mins, but I took the fairy as well to get over the sea (idk if you can take cars on a fairy) I reached my destination and hopped out of the car and opened the boot and took out my suitcase, I walked up the driveway and on to the door step c'mon Averie you can do it just knock, why aren't you knocking c'mon, I finally got the courage and knocked on the door a few times, for few seconds there was no sound, but then I heard feet shuffling and heard the door unlock, and saw the man who left me all alone with a wretched bitch.......my father franks styles, he rubbed his eyes to adjust to the light, obviously he had just woken up,
"hello, is this frank styles house" I asked with an unsure tone
"yes, it is, who are you?" frank asked, honestly it broke my heart a little that he didn't remember me,
"don't you remember me, its me Averie, hello you left me with that bitch when I was eight, can you remember that" I stood there waiting for an answer, I watched frank for a second and saw his eyes bulge out of his head(not literally)
"oh my god Averie its really you",
"yep its really me" after that I was put into a bone crushing hug
"um frank I need oxygen to breathe ya know", frank let go and took my bag and dragged me inside the house, he closed the door behind us and walked me into the living room, frank sighed, it looked liked there was something on his mind,
"I would've sent birthday cards but your mother told me you'se both moved out of the country, I asked for the address but she wouldn't give it to me", so that's why he never was in contact with me because that fucking whore disconnected him from our lives,
listen Averie I understand I-" I cut him of by hugging and crying into his shirt,
"its alright, frank its not your fault, its that bitch of mother" I said in between sobs, and for all these years I thought he wanted nothing to do with me,
"whats that on your arm Averie is that a sleeve tattoo"
"yes it is why?" I asked
"when did you get it"
"a couple months ago why?"i asked again with an unsure tone, does he have a problem with tattoos or not, before frank could say another word the front door was slammed shut and a boy with a mop of chocolate hair walked into the room and boi he looked pissed