Wounded Secrets

I woke up from my dreamless sleep that might have well been a sleepless dream from last night's activities. I smiled to myself and stared at my bunks ceiling. After a few minutes I registered hushed whispers. I quickly registered them as Uncle Mikey and Ray's voices. I sat up and rubbed my eyes and focused on their conversation.

"He was telling complete bullshit, Mikey, what if they really did… erm, something intimate in there?!" Ray whisper yelled. My breathing hitched and I held my breath as I waited through the hushed silence.

"Ray. We can't really prove it, so unless we can catch them in an act we can't bring it up again." Mikey sighed. I let go of my breath in a soft sigh of relief.

"Mikes, it fucking smelt like sex in the bathroom when I went in there this morning." Ray said barely above a whisper. I heard my father's familiar snore.

"Ray…" uncle sighed. "I know. Don't you think I noticed too? I just don't want to jump to conclusions like last time, okay? We can't just beat his ass again." Again?! What the fuck is he talking about?!

"Okay. But next time something like that happens we have to do something, okay?!" Ray replied. I heard him stand up.

"Definitely." I heard uncle Mikey stand up with him. I laid back down and snuggled into my covers. The curtain to my bunk opened and I felt someone kiss my head. Base off his distinct smell, I knew it was uncle Mikey. I let the faintest smile pull the cracks of my lips up.

"I remember when you were so small and simple. Now your a big girl." He sighed. "I love you." He kissed my forehead again and shut my curtain. I heard him scurry to the kitchen and Ray joined him.

I sighed. I remember that time too and these are the days I really miss that time. I sat up and looked down at my attire. I quickly changed in my bunk and pulled on my pyjamas, not caring that it's probably 11 o'clock in the morning. I jump from my bunk and feel someone pull my wrist.

"Bandit." I turn around to see dad holding my wrist, still in his bunk though. I smiled and leaned in and kissed his forehead.

"Yeah?"

"Please, just- just stop thinking your a mistake, please?! You are the best thing that happened to us all." I looked at my feet. "Come here."

I walked closer to dad and he pulled me into a hug. I felt comforted by his unique smell only he had. I pulled out of the hug at the same time he did.

"I will. I smell coffee." Dad laughed at my statement.

"Me too." He agreed and slid out of his bed, still in his pyjamas too. He put an arm around me. "Let's go steal some."

We walked into the kitchen with Mikey, Ray, and Frank already drinking their coffees. Uncle Mikey smiled at me and I smiled back before getting myself a mug.

"So what are we doing today? After the show, I mean." I asked, curious.

"You'll see." Ray smiled. I groaned. I fucking hate surprises.

Notes

Damnit.

Still. On. Phone.
Please. Kill.