The Reason

All four of us were sitting at the table in the bus discussing what our next approach would be and having lunch. We already agreed that If we don't find him in the next hour, we would call the police.

As I bit into my sandwich, I heard the front door open and everyone snapped their heads to the front to see dad standing there.

"Dad!" I yelled and ran up to hug him. He hesitated before hugging me back.

"Where the hell were you man!?" Jaime yelled.

"We've spent hours looking for you Vic!" uncle Mike yelled. Dad didn't say anything for a second.

"Guys, can I talk to Kitzie in private for a minute?" dad whispered. Jaime, Tony and Mike looked at each other before nodding and walking off the bus.

Dad sat down on the couch and patted the spot next to him, wanting me to sit. I sat down and my dad let out a shakey breath.

"Before I say what I want to say, know that I'm sorry that I just dissapeared like that and that I didn't answer my phone when you called me. Okay?" He said. I nodded, mainly because I didn't care that he had done that anymore, I was more worried about what he was going to say.

"Alright, well. I have to tell you that... we're going to have to leave tour."

"What? Why?" I questioned.

"You know that your mom and I aren't on good terms already, and that isn't your fault. But she filed a date for us to go into court so she can have full custody of you."
I don't know how to describe it, but at the very moment he said that, I not only felt myself go into a cold sweat, but I felt anger, fear and sadness wash through me in mere seconds.

"And I hate to say this, but we have to go. By law we have to go. She has no right to just file a date for us to show up in court, but she did anyway. But, if we're lucky, we can come back and finish tour." dad explained. I just nodded, looking down and toying with the turtle bracelet Tony gave me when I was 8, my eyes red and brimmed with tears. I wasn't about to cry over the fact that we had to leave tour, I was about to cry because In that moment I realized how horrible my mom treats my dad; making him leave tour and doing what he loves because she wants me back. It isn't fair that she treats him like this.

I was still looking down at my bracelet. I couldn't look up at him. I knew what his face would look like. Scared, but trying to look strong. I hate that my dad is forced to act this way because a woman can't make up her mind. He shouldn't habe to suffer like this.

I hesitantly looked up and saw my dad looking down at his hands. Then I noticed something. He was slightly shaking. And I heard his unsteady breathing. Then it clicked. He was crying. My dad was crying. He had finally had enough of her crap and didn't know how to handle things. Tears started to fall freely from my eyes as I caught him off guard and hugged him tightly, hoping that this one simple gesture would make some of his pain, any of his pain away. He hugged me back tightly, letting out everything he has been holding in.

Notes

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