Fire on Ice

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Maddie's Dad ☝

"What has it been...six years? And here I thought by this time you would be able to speak up or at least greet your old man without looking cowardly. What's the matter, cat got your tongue..say something kid!"

His face was older looking, but I could recognize that voice from a mile away. It always sent a shiver down my spine and caused me to go unsettled. I couldn't shake it, no matter how hard I tried. Everyone was still crowded around, adding tension to the already highly uncomfortable situation.

"I'm-uh-you-" Everytime I began to form a sentence it just got carried off into the gust of wind that drifted by.

He looks at me with an amused face, a smile threatening to spread with the corner of his lips. Suddenly he  outbursts into a fit of laughter, somehow managing to find enjoyment in my humuliation. He brings the beer bottle to his lips that hadn't been set down once.

I feel tears pile up behind my eyes. This couldn't be happening, not again. I promised myself it wouldn't be this way when he made his return, but now that it was actually happening, I couldn't do any of the things I had imagined.

"Maddie whose that?" Octavia whispers into my ear. "If it's your father you better tell me because I've got a few things on my mind to discuss with that lowlife."

Through hearing those words, Octavia revealed a light that I didn't know was even covered up. She reminded me of how many friends and family were in my midst. They were on my side, and to my father they were strangers.

Fear subsides and I feel my blood boil up to the surface of my skin. The  anger I had stored up for years was preparing to take over my unstable mind.

"What do you want me to say? Did you expect a warm welcome? If you did you won't be getting one from me." My voice still was a little shaky but I covered it up pretty well.

"Ouch. I would have appreciated a nice 'hi dad' or at least a hug but I guess your too big for that now arent you?" He grips the bottle so tight in his hands that his knuckles were starting to turn white.

"This is your father!?" Bellamy comes out from the clump of people and stands in front of me protectively. I sense other bodies sort of close in around me from behind.

"He's not my father. He lost that privilege when he started taking better care of his beer bottles than me."  I hadn't even realized that I had gained ground and was now close to him. I never imagined myself ever being in this situation.

"Don't you speak to me like that! I'm still your father and I always will be so show some respect." He points his finger at me, a little too close to the side of me face.

I scoff. "You're a piece of work you know that? How about I show you some respect when I can actually bear to look at you without wanting to gauge my eyes out."

I feel a hand on my shoulder, wanting to pull me back.

"You little bitch!" He charges up to me but a body shoves in between us before anything could happen.

"What the hell is wrong with you, back off!" Bellamy holds me steadily behind him, looking my father dead in the eyes.

My hand is grabbed and I'm taken by a woman with a skinny body and long hair. She pulls me into a tent and I couldn't even process what was happening with the amount of adrenaline searing through my nerves.

"We need to set some rules and we need to set them now Maddie." She begins closing the tent flap. "You are not to test your father or even go near him again. He's not in any condition to-"

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