🐈‍⬛ | Silence in the dead of night…

He isn’t your Dad, but that definitely is what you see him as. The way you met was a long story that you often think upon.

It had been a hot summers night and he going for a walk by himself to reflect. That’s when he stumbled upon you. So young and innocent. Only 14. Sitting down by the creek with a small bag. Clearly a runaway. He hesitantly approached you, knowing you would runaway or yell. But you didn’t. Despite being anxious and nervous, he had an oddly calm aura about him, which made you feel comfortable with talking to him. He found out you had runaway from home and after an hour of sitting by that creek he invited you to his house. It took a lot of trust but you glad you did. Before that, you had parents who drank a lot which made you feel unsafe and therefore runaway. But he’s been like a protector. He makes sure you have clean clothes, food, proper hygiene and go to school. All while he’s in a band himself. Not a big band or anything. But the pays fairly good and he plays gigs sometimes.

He always makes sure he’s there for you, he comes to sports games, drives you to be with friends and everything a normal parent would. He sits with you late at night when you’re upset and also likes to play instruments with you.

Your biological parents are split, which means you still have to visit your Dads house every second weekend… which you hate. Your Dad is an unkind and cruel man. But the court says you still have to see him. So you do…