The Reason

It's the next morning. A Sunday. I put on some black jeans and a white Gerard Way shirt on. I'm scared to go back downstairs...afraid that dad will be mad at me.... I walk down the stairs quietly, hoping to make no sound.
"Kitzie? Is that you dearheart?"
CRAP.
"Y-yeah.." I say, walking down normally seeing as how he knew I was here. I walk into the kitchen where he was and saw him flipping a pancake. I sat down at the table and see that he put up the painting I did yesterday. He put the pancake on a plate with other ones and set it in front of me along with a fork. He sat in front of me and cleared his throat.

"We need to talk about what happened yesterday."
"Um, okay..."
"The woman at the door was your mom. I think by looking at my face you could tell that I was angry. Very angry." he said. I nodded slowly.
"Before you and the rest of the guys came in, she said something that made me want to punch the wall. Multiple times. First, she rang the doorbell. You heard that. Then, her being impatient as always, she began hitting the door when I didn't get there as soon as she rang. When I finally opened the door, she started yelling in my face. And before I tell you what she said, I want you to know that I love you so much and I will never put you in a situation that you can't handle, okay?" He said, his voice shaking.
"I know." I said, Getting up and putting the plate in the sink to wash later.
"She wants to take you away from me." He said, his voice shaking worse. I droppped the fork on top of the plate by accident, making a loud 'Clink' noise.

I turned around and saw my dad wiping his eyes and sniffing. I quickly ran up to him and gave him a hug. I pulled away and asked, "Why...?"

"She doesn't like that I leave on tour so often and I leave you here alone. She finds it 'Irresponable'." he said, making quotation marks in the air. I sat down and began to cry softly. Then loudly. Then so loud my chest hurt. He came up behind me and hugged me. I can't leave my dad... he's the person who raised me... I know that he loves me more than anyone or anything...

"Dad..."

"Yes sweetie?"

"Why was that picture frame broken yesterday..."

"She got angry when I said no and threw it on the ground."
*****Mike's P.O.V*****
I was practicing a few things on my drums When my phone rang. I got up and saw it was an unknown number. oh well..... I got back to my drums and my phone beeped. I decided to just ignore my phone but then I got a text. And another one. And another. And then another. What the fuck. I got up and snatched the phone from my jacket when I saw:

'Fucker'
'Michael, answer me.'
'Mike.'
'Michael Christopher Fuentes. Answer. Me.'
'You're just as stubborn as your brother.'

I dialed the number and waited for them to pick up. When they did I yelled, "Who the fuck are you and what the fuck do you need from me?!"

A very familiar voice said "Nice way to talk to a lady."

I clenched my teeth and said, "What the hell do you need from me Kimberly?"

"To talk some sense into your idiot brother."

Notes

Holy God I've been gone since forever! ( ._.)