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With delicate long pink painted nails, Linda grabbed the key to the Sedan and shoved it into her large shiny leather purse. Her bag and nails matched her outfit. She wore a nice pink tank top, covered with an open white button down shirt. Her pants were polyester and brown, slinking to a nice flare over her high heels. With long blonde curls and bright blue eyes, she resembled one of the models in a Bloomingdale's catalog. With the click of her heels, she made her way out the front door, quickly grabbing all the stuff she could, most of it toys that belonged to her five year old son. She left the front door cracked and called out to her children who should have been right behind her.

"Conner! Amber! Come on!!! Let's go! I have a book club meeting at six! Hurry hurry!" Linda was always the bossy type. Everything had to be done right now! Right this minute! There was never time to dilly dally. She snapped her fingers and rolled her eyes, already tossing the objects into the car carelessly. Linda usually wasn't the type to make messes either, but they were in a hurry, and the mess would be unloaded unto ex husband soon enough.

The first to run out was her son, freckled and tan from all the days he spent in the sun with his little friends. His hair was strawberry blonde, almost red like his father's. He wore a dirty pair of sneakers, long shorts and a t-shirt with a cartoon on it. Within his little strong arms he carried quite a few heavy bags against his chest. All were filled with toys of every kinds, nearly falling out of the bags every time he took a step.

"Conner...", Linda couldn't help but chuckle under breath. "You don't have to bring your whole toy box..", She put her hands on her hips and watched the little one struggle with his luggage. He would learn....eventually.

She opened the back door for him and shut it behind him, making sure to throw in any toys he dropped through the open window. "Where is your sister?", She asked herself and then projected her voice. "AMBER!!!!"

She got into the car and shut the door, awaiting her teenage daughter to follow suite. After five excruciatingly painful minutes, of Linda's Gloria Estefan cd, Amber finally ran out of the door with her weekend bags and totes around her shoulders. Her hair was bright red like her father's. It curled in a frizzy way, going in all different directions. It was held in a messy bun with strands here and there. Some stray locks hung over her eyes, which were green, much like her father's. She was small and skinny, petite even. Her skinny pale legs were covered in a pair of knock off knee high boots. The heel was small and the toe was round, fitting her age, rather than making her look like a prostitute or something. Her father still complained about the way she dressed, but girls would be girls. A flowy tutu shape black skirt with glitter moons and stars, fanned out around her thighs and stopped just above her knee. She wore a lacy dark blue tank top with a few pieces of jewelry dangling from her neck and wrists. Her ear seemed to be glued to her cell phone and if it wasn't to her ear, she was texting on it.

Finally they were off, driving down the road to dear ole' dad's house, where the kids would stay for the weekend. "Now kids...what are we gonna do at daddy's?" Linda looked into the rear view mirror, quirking a drawn on brow. She had rehearsed this, so hopefully they got it right this time.

"GIVE HIM HELL!", The kids both said at the same time. Linda snapped her fingers and laughed. "And what ellllsseeee?"

"Maka' big messh!" Conner waved his hands, cheering from all the excitement, though he wasn't sure why. He was usually hyperactive, that or he was just a normal five year old. With all the medications they tried to give children these days, it's was hard to tell which. He ran a toy car over the back of the seat, making all the vroom vroom noises, as loud as he possibly could.

"VRROOOOMM! VROOOOMMM! BRRRR!!! VROOOOOMM!"

"Shutup termite!", Amber elbowed him slightly, as her phone conversation was interrupted by the annoying sound effects from her little brother.

"Don't call him a termite, Amber." Linda remained calm, secretly glad she could finally get a weekend to herself.

Amber clicked her teeth and rolled her eyes, slightly impersonating her mother's facial expression with an over exaggerated expression. She went back to the cell phone, complaining to her friends about how hard high school life was, and boys, and cloths and all that other crap that meant nothing to anyone important.

"VROOOOM. VROOM.." Conner kept up the noises for a while, slowly raising in volume with each breath he took. The noise grew so loud that the Latin pop sounds of her Estefan cd were being drown out. That's when Linda snapped.

"CONNER SHUT IT!" She gripped the steering wheel, trying to contain herself. That's when some asshole in a bright obnoxious mustang with a silly tall whale tail that had no purpose on the back of the car, except to  make it "look fast", pulled right in front of her, only inches from tapping the front of her silver Honda Sedan. She had to slam her foot down on the breaks just to make sure their cars didn't touch. "YOU ASSHOLE!"

Conner flew forward, hitting the back of her seat, and his toy went flying. Luckily the break slam was very soft, and merely startled the child.

"BUCKLE UP CONNER!" Her voice was getting that salivated, rabid dog sound and that usually meant spankings were up next, so the boy jumped back into his seat and strapped the seat belt on quickly.

"Scarey mommy."

Meanwhile at Mordoth's place...

With muddy combat boots propped on a low sitting, black painted, coffee table and a cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other, the rock star lounged against the back of his soft pea green couch. His eyes were glued to the tube, watching something on VH1 or Mtv, he wasn't sure which. It didn't matter either way. He had made sure to hide all the paraphernalia in the house, as well as anything that wasn't child friendly.

He was already on his sixth beer and yet he still made sure to throw all the empty containers in the outside dumpster, in case Linda decided to snoop, something she was not above doing. He put his cigarette out in the ashtray, blowing the smoke out roughly through pierced lips. His shirt was open and the sleeves were rolled up, revealing tattooed arms and hands, as well as pierced nipples. His hair was tied in a loose pony tail, and hung over one shoulder.

The curtains were tied open, allowing the soft glow of twilight to illuminate the room. Usually he would have the windows blocked off, keeping any sunlight from coming through, but the sun was almost down and so it was safe.

Mordoth enjoyed the evening glow of night fall. That and early mornings were the only time of day he could actually enjoy without it being pitch black outside. He sipped at his beer with an idle smirk. Tapping his foot to the music of the 1985 metal music video on the tv, he hummed to himself, toying with his cigarette cherry against the lid of the ashtray. An abrupt sharp knock at the door caused him to nearly spit up his beer. He gained composure and began to panic. The cigarette went flying and the beer was thrown and kicked under the couch quickly. He bolted to a stand and wiped down his shirt to get out any last minute wrinkles.

He opened the door, keeping that calm cool expression and pose as those emerald green eyes gazed down to the bright eyed faces of his offspring.

"Daddy!" Conner ran to him, jumping in to his arms happily. Mordoth grabbed him and held him up, allowing the small kid to cling to him like a toy monkey. He supported the boy's weight with one hand while the other grabbed some bags, putting them by the door.

"Hey pops." Amber's voice was low, not terribly excited, in fact, she seemed almost bored. A tattooed hand came down on her head and rustled her hair a little, to say hello in a quiet understanding manner. Hell, he'd be stiff and depressed like a manikin too if he had to deal with Linda five days a week.

While getting the bags inside and having Conner practically stuck to his leg, Mordoth and the small dysfunctional family made their way inside and shut the door behind them. Linda was already snooping, keeping her narrowed eyes open just enough to spot anything incriminating.

"Go put your stuff in your rooms kids." Mordoth shooed them away, his cue to finally get a chance to talk in private with Linda. Once the pitter patter of teenage boots and little baby feet made there way down the hall, the long haired rock god spoke low and deep in his throat. "Looking for something?"

"Of course not. Why would I ever have any query to think you might be hiding a crack pipe in the cabinet or a hooker in the closet? There certainly isn't any past occurrences that would lead me to be so suspicious, is there...Mordoth?" Her thin lips were pursed slightly and her glare was deadly enough to melt glaciers.

"You know something?", He paused and walked around her, making sure to not even brush up against her. "You're the biggest bit-"

"DADDY! DADDY!" Conner ran out of the hallway with a toy robot in his hands. "Come w'ook at ma' new toy." He hopped up and down, holding up the toy with an endless energy.

"Okay okay. Give your mom a hug and tell her bye bye.", He sat on the couch, watching his son run over to the woman he despised the most at the moment. When Conner was out of hearing range, Mordoth lit a cigarette, muttering "dirty bitch" under his breath. His focus went back to the tv and he leaned his head back, calling out to his daughter. "AMBEEERR! COME SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR MOTHER!!"

Amber scuffled out the room with a toothbrush in her mouth. "Yeah bye.", She turned back into the hallway and slammed the door subtly, continuing her cell phone conversation in the bathroom.

Mordoth smirked to himself softly, puffing at the cigarette to hide it. "That's ma girl.", He chuckled.

He showed Linda to the door quickly, ignoring the laundry list of do's and don'ts. "Remember they take their medicine at eight o' clock, morning and evening. Conner can't have any sugar. Don't let Amber go to that boy's house. Drive the speed limit." On and on she went, as he casually tried to shut the door while she was in mid sentence.

She stopped the door with a stiff palm and leaned in. "And don't drink."

Mordoth rolled his eyes, laughing as if he hadn't a clue what the hell she was babbling about. "Don't you have a bitch meeting to be to? See ya.", He slammed the door and locked it quickly.

After a moment of watching her car speed off from the window he turned to his son. "So..let's see this new toy." He sat on the couch and listened to the long incomprehensible speech his son gave him about the rather expensive "useless plastic."

"Conner you want pizza?" He spoke with a cigarette hanging from his lips as he went to the fridge to grab a beer.

Amber came out the bathroom, holding the phone away from her mouth. "DADDDDDDYYYY?" She used her sweet voice as she made her way to the kitchen, trying to look as innocent as possible.

"What do you WANT?", Mordoth already knew the answer and it was no, but he'd give her a chance to at least try.

"All my friends are going to mall tonight, cause it's Friday--"

"No."

"Why nooooootttt?"

"Because, I don't feel like driving all the way over...to where ever that hell that place is."

"Tommy said he could give me a ride."

Mordoth glared. "HELL NO! I'll be damned if you are getting the car with some douche bag so he can rape you and cut your body up into little itty bitty pieces and feed you to the pigs at his uncle's farm house which--"

"DAD! He's not a rapist or a serial killer! He's in high school daddy. Besides, you can drop me off and pick me up at Ten. Or Katie's mom can give me a ride home."

"Drop you off? For what, three hours, then drive to go pick your ass up?" Mordoth groaned and popped open his beer, swigging it back roughly.

"Can't drive. Drinking.", There, off the hook.

"No!", Amber snatched the beer from his hand and set it on the counter. "Momma said-

"Momma said. Momma said. Momma's a bitch." Mordoth used his high pitch nasally voice, which in turn caused Conner to laugh loudly, clapping his hands.

"Hehehehe, he said Momma's a b-"

"SHH!", Mordoth threw a finger over the boy's mouth to hush him before the word came out. "She would kill me if you came home saying that."

Amber stood there, hand still over the phone, with a tilt in her posture. She used her especially whiny voice, "DADDDD...."

"FINE! But after you eat, geese. Damn kids.", He trailed off, and began flipping through the phone book for the pizza place's number.

"YAY! Thank you DADDY!", Amber ran over behind the couch and gave him a big hug and ran off to get ready.

"Dis boring. I want cartoons." Conner pointed at the tv, which was currently playing a Korn music video.

"Ugg. Here.", Mordoth was busy trying to place the order. He handed Conner the remote and began speaking into the phone. "SAY WHAT? That much for a pizza? You must be joking."

Conner was in the background, pretending that the remote was a gun and was shooting at Mordoth. He made the pow pow sounds. "PIZZA! PIZZA! PIZZA!"

Mordoth snatched the remote from his hands and slammed it down on his own thigh, trying to listen to the guy on the phone.

Conner pouted his bottom lip and it began to shiver. Mordoth spotted the notion. 'Oh no, he's gonna start crying.' And within seconds....

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNN AHA AHH AAAGGG .. UHHH.UHHH... WAAAAAHH."

Amber was heard from the bathroom. "SHUT UP PISS ANT!" This in turned only caused Conner to cry even louder, snot and tears covering his face.

Once Mordoth was done with the call, he hung up the phone and turned the tv on cartoons. "Let's eat candy." The crying came to a screeching halt and the child's eyes began trance into the tv once more. "Candy.", He repeated, getting zoned out by the adult comedy of South Park.

Once the pizza arrived, Conner ran to the door. "YAY. GIMME GIMME!" Mordoth followed and snatched the pizza, throwing a twenty dollar bill at the delivery boy. He slammed the door before the dollar bill even made a landing.

"Ugggh, it smells like ass." His nostrils were unfriendly to human food, especially pizza, with all that garlic. It made him want to gag right then and there. He held in the sick feeling and made his way to the kitchen, getting the two plates ready for his hungry kids. He set the table, getting their drinks.

"Time to eat! Amber quit putting on that whore makeup and come eat this shit before it gets cold!", He turned to Conner. "EAT." He pointed to the pizza with a stern expression.

The crying started again, just as loud as before. "But I wwanna wach' cartoons....AHHH."

Mordoth smacked his forehead and ran his palm slowly down his face. "Fine.", He grabbed the plate and came over to the couch. He set the drink and pizza on the table. The crying ceased once more. After a moment of Conner's entrancement in the tv, Mordoth spoke. "Eat or it's going off.", He held up the remote threateningly.

"No." Conner slammed his small hand on the couch.

"YES!" Mordoth wiggled the plate. "Mmm...Pizza.", 'Uggg god, the smell...wanna puke.'

"No."

"Eat the shit before I cram it down your throat!" Mordoth slammed his beer down, the loud noise would be enough to get his point across.

Conner grabbed the pizza and began to eat slowly, staying quiet for the time he ate.

Amber came to fetch a slice and ran back into the hallway, the whole time in conversation with one of her friends on her phone. "I know he soooooo cute."

Mordoth caught that part and turned to her. "AYE!"
She swatted at him, not paying any heed and closed the bathroom door behind her.

Mordoth couldn't stomach to watch Conner eat. The cheese came off in one chunk and Conner slurped at it, holding it dangerously in the air with two fingers. Pizza was getting all over the couch, and all over his face and hands. The father made a puking noise in his throat as he got up and went into the kitchen to get away from that garlic-y stench. He passed the pizza box on the table and nearly hurled.

He ran to the bathroom which was being occupied by his teenage daughter. He banged on the door, holding his hand to his lips. "MMMPNN DDD DOORR" He could feel the acid rising up his esophagus and he hunched some.

"Hold on! I'm putting on eyeliner!" Amber called out from the other side.

Mordoth banged helplessly on the door with his tattooed fist. "Open this fucking door or I'm gonna break it!" He cupped his hand over his mouth again.

"FINE!", She slammed the door open and Mordoth rushed in, trying to push anything out of his way to make it to the toilet. It was too late though, the second the door opened, it came. The sick feeling finally left, and he projected the vomit everywhere, most of it going on Amber.

She screamed in horror as chunks of who-knows-what came plopping out of her freshly washed hair. Mordoth knocked her out of the way and jumped at the toilet, finishing the painful, violent, retching until nothing more would come out. He leaned over the toilet and gripped it tightly, panting heavily.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! I JUST HAD A SHOWER! YOU PUKED ALL OVER ME! WHAT THE HELL DAD?! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!? ARE YOU FUCKING DRUNK?!" Amber was waving her clawing hands around wildly, disgusted to even touch herself.

Mordoth snatched her arm and yanked her down to his level. "Watch your fucking mouth!", He slung her arm away and crunched weakly over the toilet.

"I hate you! Get out! I have to get in the bath again!" Amber tugged at his pony tail harshly.

Mordoth groaned, escaping from the bathroom. The door slammed shut behind him and he walked gingerly to the kitchen, grabbing a paper towel to wipe his mouth. He sighed deeply and hunched over the counter, still trying to gather himself.

A tiny voice spoke below him as little fingers tugged at his jeans. He looked down to see a concerned little five year old.

"Whas' w'ong Daddy?"

Mordoth scooped him up and toted him to the couch. "Just got a little sick is all. Did you eat your dinner?"

Conner nodded to the question, which proved to be false when the piece of pizza with only a few bites missing sat on the table, just inches beside the place. Mordoth rolled his eyes and sat on the couch, keeping his boy in his lap.

"Time for your meds.", He reached over the couch, shoving his hand into a bag and grabbed a disposable pen form syringe.

"No!!! NO!!!" Conner began to cry, pulling at Mordoth's pony tail. "PWEASE DADDY DON'T MAKE ME!!! NOOOO!!!", The boy was hysterical, petrified of the needle in his father's hand.

"Shh. Look candy." Mordoth pulled out a lollipop and the piece of candy silenced the child, putting him in a daze. At the moment he knew Conner wasn't paying attention, he jabbed him with the needle and injected the medication.

When the child felt the sting, he howled and smacked Mordoth's forearm. He grabbed the candy and ran off to his room, planning to throw a tantrum when he got in there.

Mordoth groaned and let his head fall back on the couch. "Just need to calm down.", He pulled out a small pinner that he was saving for when they went to sleep. He lit it and took a puff, blowing the smoke out of the corner of his lips.

"DADDY!" Amber's yell caught him off guard and he dropped the joint in his crotch. "AHH FUCK!", He bolted out of the seat and began digging for it before it lit the whole couch on fire.

"DADDY what the hell are you doing?! Is that...weed, I smell?" Amber was in a new outfit, hair re-washed and put up.

"Oh like you haven't done it.", Mordoth spoke low, bent over on the floor, still searching for the joint. He found it and put it away quickly without her even seeing it.

"I HAVE NOT!" Amber was shocked, fanning her self. How dare he say something like that!?

"Then how did you know what it smells like?" Mordoth smirked and lit a cigarette, propping his feet on the table.

"Uh......   ........" Amber paused for a moment and ran back into her room to get ready.

"That's what I thought." Mordoth nodded, then his eyes went wide. "WAIT A MINUTE! WHAT?!", He ran back into the hallway. "You better not be smoking weed! AMBER!"

Conner's voice could be heard through the two arguing on both sides of the bathroom door. "Whachs' weed? WEEED!!!! Daddy and Amber are wee wee heads!"



"What did momma say about speeding?" Amber chimed above the loud death metal blasting from the car radio. Mordoth was doing as he said, taking her to the damn mall. Conner was in the backseat, playing with his toys idly, bobbing his head to the music.

"It's 75, I'm going 80." Mordoth growled, keeping one hand on the wheel of his beautiful sports car and one hand hanging out the window with a cigarette.

"This music is dreadful." Amber mumbled and began to apply lip gloss.

"This dreadful music is my BAND. AMBER! Be a little more grateful to the person who is driving out of his way to take you to that damn mall." All the while Conner was howling and making all kinds of loud inappropriate sound effects for his toys.

'Could it be possible I am sick of them already?' Mordoth thought to himself and puffed at his cigarette. He sung along to the music, sounding even better now than he did when he recorded it on the cd.

It was like a maze, trying to find parking. They must have circled the parking lot twenty times already. When he finally saw a car backing out, he waited promptly. And, of course they dragged their ass backing their car out too. Already irritated, Mordoth popped the shift into gear, turning the wheel. Before he could even hit the accelerator, some busted up mini van that was on the other side of the parking space, sped into the spot. They nearly hit his car on the way there as well.

"Oh YOU MOTHER FUCKER!" Mordoth slammed the gear shift into park and un-buckled the seat belt, nearly bolting out the door before he could even get the seat belt off.

"NO DAD STOP! JUST DROP ME OFF AT THE FRONT!" Amber pulled his arm, trying to keep him back in the car before he ran out and beat the crap out of whoever stole his parking space.

Mordoth growled and shut the door, continuing the hunt again. It seemed like decades, but they finally found a spot, all the way in the very very back. When Amber got out the car to the see the distance they had to walk, she immediately scowled. "You've got to be kidding me."

"Come on." Mordoth was helping Conner out of the door, not focused on Amber's devastation at the moment.

"NO! You can't come in! NO! All my friends are in there! You'll embarrass me! Especially with THAT!" She pointed to Conner, who was busy picking his nose whilst he thought no one was looking.

"I have to meet them." Mordoth lit a cigarette and grabbed Conner's hand as they began to walk across the pavement.

"NO!!!!!! You can't! NO!!" Amber grabbed his other hand and tried to pull him back to the car, but it was no use. It was like a rat trying to move a boulder, he did not budge.

"Then we can all just go home."

"NOOOOO!!!!!!UGGGG!!!!!"

The place was crowded, with freaks and assholes of every social status and class. It was loud and crammed and the smell of the food court made Mordoth nearly want to vomit. He put his hand over his mouth and nose, turning slightly pale.

"Don't you dare puke on me again!" Amber warned and trudged alongside her unbearable family. It was obvious she was embarrassed but when one of her female friends waved her over and called her name, she perked up immediately. "KATE!"

Amber ran to her friends, all hugging them unnecessarily and giggling like a kid.

Mordoth came up behind her, Conner in hand. "Hello, I'm am Amber's Father. Kate, your mother coming to pick you up at ten?"

"Yes sir." Kate laid her eyes on the one known as her best friend's father and she nearly melted. 'Damn, Amber never told me he was a hunk', she eyed his body up and down, feeding her hungry eyes with dirty images.

"Then she will be able to bring my daughter home at ten?" He yanked Conner close when he felt the tugs and pulls of the child trying to run off.

"Yes sir. Would you like my cell so you can get in touch with us?" Kate smirked, curling her fingers in her hair.

"OKAY that's enough!" Amber interjected. "Kate, fetch me an icee please?", Amber shoved a five dollar bill in her friends face and shoved them off for the moment. She turned to her dad and glared. "Okay you met them, now go! Before anyone else sees you!"

"I will call your cell---OKAY OKAY JUST GO!" Amber started to push his chest slightly, hinting for him to get lost. Conner was jumping up and down. "SHADDDUP!! AMMBUUR! YOUR A BIG FAT POOP BRAIN!"

"Amber." A voice from behind, caused the girl to turn. There he stood in all his teenage zit covered, glory... Her crush, Tommy and his little minions made there way over to her. They were all dressed in black and hot topic gear, which only made Mordoth roll his eyes.

"HEEEYYYAA TOMMY!" Amber chuckled, turning red like a cherry.

"So this is him. This...tommy." Mordoth quirked an arched brow, studying this teenage piece of crap that probably thought he was gonna have his way with Mordoth's little girl. Little did this douche bag know that, those thoughts would only be a mere fantasy. The chances of the blue haired rock star ripping off his balls were greater than him ever going out with the likes of Amber.

"Hello...Tommy." His tone was very defensive and unfriendly, but his words weren't, so it was hard to really figure out what kind of impression he was going for. "I'm Mordoth, Amber's father." He held out his hand, attempting to shake.

"I KNEW I RECOGNIZED THAT BLUE HAIR! YOU'RE THE LEAD SINGER OF ETERNAL DECEPTOR! HOLY SHIT! GUYS CHECK IT OUT! IT'S MORDOTH!" The teenagers swarmed the blue haired man instantly.

He managed to get a second to hand Conner over to Amber. "Watch him. Gonna go smoke a cigarette. Then we will leave. Get him some ice cream. Here.", He handed her a five dollar bill and got roped away by his fans.

"Hey boys, anyone got a smoke?" Mordoth asked. Cigarettes were nearly thrown at him, whole packs were even given on one knee, to the great rock god. "Let's go smoke."

Once Mordoth and pack of unruly goth teenagers made it outside, he walked and talked with them, smoking with a smirk. Once Mordoth was sure that no one was looking, he grabbed Tommy's collar and slammed the boy into the wall. The kid's feet dangled above the ground helplessly.

"Now you listen up you little shit. If you so much as even look at Amber the wrong way, I will hunt you and I will find you. I will tie my guitar strings around your dick until it rots off. Do you understand me punk?", Mordoth slammed him into the wall another good time.

"YES SIR! YES SIR!" Tommy nodded and the elder dropped him, allowing him to hit the ground ruthlessly.

"Alrighty then." Mordoth smirked and began walking back to the front doors.

When they all entered, Mordoth retrieved his ice cream covered son and gave Amber a hug and kiss before he left.

The teenagers gathered at their table, flirting and joking with one another.

"So Tommy, let's go make out in the bathroom." Amber toyed with Tommy's wild skater hair. Tommy backed away, still shaken with fear from the earlier incident. "Um. I don't want to right now Amber."

FIN