Forbidden

Chapter 13

I don't remember most dreams I have. They usually just drift from my mind when I wake up. Not this one, this one stuck with me like glue.

Except one thing.

I had realized it wasn't a dream. I'll elaborate.

I was woken up by the smell of eggs and, what was that? Bacon.

Okay someone must have died. Something completely insane must be going on because my family doesn't really cook. Like at all. You could tell any of us to make a simple burger and that it was life or death, and you'd end up getting stabbed with the knife you give us.

We don't cook.

Especially bacon. The last time we had bacon was when my dad had made a visit to pick up the last of his things before he officially moved out. It was his way of buttering us up before he abandoned us.

I rolled over in bed and checked my phone for the time.

5:43. What the actual fuck.

There's no way I'm getting up at 5 in the fricking morning.

I rolled back over and dug my head in my pillow. I shut my eyes hoping to fall asleep. Not even 1 minute later I gave up. I couldn't back fall asleep at a time like this! There was bacon!

First come, first serve.

I sat up and got out of bed. I stepped into my fluffy purple slippers I've probably had since eighth grade, and walked out of my room.

I peered into my moms room, still sound asleep.

I peeked into Blake's room, oh god the smell, snoring like a pig.

I walked around the corner and looked in Skylar's room, passed out still.

Who the hell is cooking?

Oh god I bet it's Rick. I don't want to have to deal with him this early in the day.

I began slowly walking down the steps.

From the middle of the staircase I could see the kitchen. I squinted my eyes to see better. Ricks back was all I could see. He was cooking bacon on the stove.

I decided I would have to at least say hi eventually anyway so I walked all the way down the stairs and into the kitchen.

I sat at the countertop behind the stove.

I spoke through a yawn. "Morning."

I stretched and began to rub my eyes.

"Hi Brookie."

Brookie? The only person to ever call me that was...

No.

I opened my eyes which were blurry from me rubbing them.

As they cleared I could see it.

Dirty blonde hair, tan skin, tall, bright blue eyes.

"Dad?"

The room started to spin surrounding me. My heart started to pound in my chest I could hear it.

"What, what are you doing here?" I was staring at him like I had never seen him before. Like he was a complete stranger to me. By now, he almost was.

"I'd rather say my reason for being here when your brother and sister wake up."

"Does mom know your here or were even coming?"

"Yea she knew I was coming this week, she just didn't know what day."

I had so many questions for him. So much anger had built up over the past 2 years.