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Thanks
By SteffiSevenfold

 

"What the fuck is this?"
I held up a notebook, flipped open and covered in words.
Just a notebook. Who would've thought it could set me off like that?
"It's fucking paper, Johnny, goddamn."
"No, what the fuck is on the fucking paper?"
My brother tried reaching for it, but I held it up, being a significant few feet taller than him.
"You wanna fucking explain to me why these papers were under these?"
I held up a handful of envelopes, each one with our father's name on it.
"Because they just are!"
I shook my head at him and took the papers, slamming his door when I walked out of it and locking mine when I got in it.
I sat on my bed and grabbed my radio remote, turning on a CD and turning the volume up to drown out any sound.
I flipped through envelopes and tossed them on my bed, holding the notebook in my hands.
How long has he been keeping contact with the bastard?
Why does he care?
Does dad care?
I blocked out the words drifting from my radio and ran my eyes over each and every one of the letters written on the page.
I'm sitting here and thinking back to a time when I was younger.
My memory is clear as day.
-I'm listening to the dishes
clink.
You were downstairs singing songs of praise.
All the times we laughed with you, all the times you stayed true to us.
And now I said I thank you.
I'll always thank you.
More than you would know and more than I could ever show.
I love you.
I'll always love you.
There's nothing I wont do to say these words to you,
that you're beautiful forever.
Always and forever.
You were my dad, the only thing I ever had was you.
And even when the times got hard, you were there to let us know that we'd get through.
You taught me how to be a man.
You taught me how to understand the things people do.
You showed me how to love my god.
You taught me that not everyone knows the truth.
We'll always love you.
My eyes shot daggers at the paper, and I wished it would burn.
We'll always love you?
Who will always love that prick?
I grabbed the papers and envelopes and tossed them in my trashcan, taking the bag out of it and bringing it downstairs to throw in our big trash can.
Once I got back to my room, I layed on my bed, thoughts of my father leading me into an uneasy sleep.


This sucks ass. =/
Anyways.
Thanks for the reviews on the other one, Hey Dad.
This is the song 'Thanks, Mom.'
I'm not really one for Good Charlotte, but I thought this would sequal fairly well.
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steffiFUCKINGsevenfold.









 

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