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Chapter 5 - chapter three

Throughout the hours that passed before my mom came home from her "date" with Redfield, my dad was with me to make sure my dumbass didn't do anything to hurt himself, or myself. As we waited for my mother to come home, I hopped on my laptop and did my usual in front of my father. Of course, my dad approved of the inclusion of one song on the song I kept replaying. This had to be a Nickelback song that i did the TikTok trend with.

are you listening to Nickelback? my father asked in surprised.

yeah, it's the only one that keeps me motivation at work, while I have to deal with the idiots complaints. I responded, as turned on my normal YouTube playlist for the shower.

you are definitely mine and your mother's child. he stated to me like I didn't know the obvious.

Yep. I shortly responded.

Suddenly, my mother walked through the front door and went about her usual business. This business was checking to see if my smartass had gotten out of bed. Of course, my dad did all of my chores for me, after finding out that I'd been hiding from my own problems.

Ren are you awake? she asked, as she stood outside of my bedroom door.

I'm up mom, also permission granted to enter my room. I responded, as I looked at my father with a " she's going to get pissed off that your here" expression on my face.

As my mom opened my bedroom door, she saw me and then my father. She was surprised that he was in my room. The fact that she knows more than I do scares me a little bit and throws me off. Just as it was silence in the room, my favorite song by Doja Cat was going off and then both parents started to look at me with a what the fuck expression on their faces.

don't ask. I told them, while in shock of embarrassment.

I don't want to know. my mother responded.

ren, what else do you listen too? my father asked, as he put back on his glasses.

could have been me, both by the struts and Hasley, once in a while matchbox 20 with some u2. I stated, to keep him from judging my weird music taste of mine.

Just after my response to my father's question, my mother hugged me and my father like there was no tomorrow. the first time it actual feels like home , without chris trying to step in as a father figure for me.