![]() ![]() Sonia didn’t seem bothered by it though as she didn’t move to turn on any lights when she led you to the living room. Wordlessly you stepped into the house and were surprised to find the darkness that had surrounded the house had moved inside as well. You opened your mouth to decline, suddenly not too sure about this whole thing but Sonia looked at you expectantly and the words died in your mouth. You raise them up as best you can, and then they run off and leave you, never to call, never showing any gratitude!" She threw her hands up in the air then shook her head. “Oh, really? My Eddie Bear is a father?! I’d be surprised he never told me except he never calls me at all anymore. What was she looking for?! You folded your arms across your middle and fought back a flinch when Sonia smiled at you. But now you could picture him as a little kid getting in trouble and getting stared down on this same porch. Even when he was mad at you, you never got a look like this one. Was she like this when your dad was a kid? Your entire life your dad had always looked happy to see you when you came home from school or walked into the kitchen in the morning, he always smiled at you warmly. It made you shift nervously from foot to foot in your spot. She stared at you hard, looking you over from head to toe as if sizing you up. You don’t know what kind of reaction you were expecting, but Sonia staring you down through squinted eyes that hid in her full face and made them look black in appearance was not it. “I am.” She crossed her arms in front of her. You cleared your throat and took a small step back. Sonia Kapbrak looked you up and down with distance, studying you closely. She wasn’t much taller than you, her hair was dark brown with grey roots showing, and there were prominent wrinkles around her eyes, the same shade of brown as yours and your dad’s. You jumped and whirled back around, coming face to face with a much larger old woman. It was a Sunday morning but there was no one in the streets, no children playing or dad’s mowing the lawn. You hesitated before bringing your hand down on the door in two quick knocks.Glancing behind your shoulder you took in the empty street. You took a deep breath before starting up the walk and climbing the stairs. If it wasn’t for the station wagon in the driveway you would have thought there was no one home. ![]() The only real difference was that the lawn was shaggy and in desperate need of a mowing and the curtains were all drawn, keeping the light out of the house. ![]() It was small and white with a decent porch. The old Kaspbrak house looked like most other houses on the street. You’d long gotten use to sneaking out when your dad was gone, and sneaking out of the hotel was easy. Or maybe it was just because he worked nights so often and he worried about you being home alone? Either way it was always getting on your nerves. ![]() Maybe it was because your mom left when you were five and it was just the two of you? You knew it was hard on him trying to take care of both of you all the time all by himself. Maybe it was because he was just an anxious person? Always on you about being home before dark and getting your flue shot. Could he really expect you to pass up the opportunity to ask questions he never answered? This morning he said he had to go meet some of his old friends, the ones you had met last night at dinner, and he explicitly told you to stay in the hotel room. You had never met your grandparents before and your dad never talked about his childhood. You knew he’d be furious if he found out you came here but you couldn’t help yourself. As you drove through town to your hotel yesterday your dad kept shaking his head and remarking on how everything still looked the same. Most of Derry still felt small and quiet like the rest of the world forgotten it. The house your father grew up inside in Derry, Maine didn’t look like it had been touched much since the 1980s. But when he brings you back to his hometown of Derry you decide it’s time to meet your grandmother. Prompt: Ever since your mom left when you were five it had just been you and your dad. Warnings: Verbal berating of the reader and a brief but graphic scene of violence against the reader A/N: Requested by I hope this was close to what you wanted. ![]()
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