AN- Hello everyone. This is the second upload since the death of the original author. Please keep reading as I will continue to upload as she wished. Thank you

"Your father?" Arthur's mother asked surprised.

"Why the sudden question?" Alistair stopped cooked and turned around to face them. Arthur looked at the both of them and scratched his head.

"Well... I was just curious. We haven't seen him in such a long time-"

"There's no reason for you to see him Arthur." His mother said +sternly.

"I know... I was just curious on what he's doing."

"Why the hell should you care- why should we? He told us he never wanted to see us again." Alistair said crossing his arms in +distaste.

"He said that to you..." Arthur mumbled.

"He said it to all of us!"

"Don't yell Alistair. He told us he never wanted to see us. So why should we care what he's doing." Arthur's mother said.

"But shouldn't you at least know what he's doing?"

"No. To be honest I hope he's dead."

"Mum!" Arthur yelled, she sighed and placed a hand on the table.

"I don't wish bad on people Arthur, I really don't, but your father is a horrible man. I don't want you to have contacte with him. Do you understand?" She looked her son dead in the eyes. Her expression serious and cold. Arthur swallowed and nodded. His mother sighed and stood up. "I'm going to take a bath." She said before she left the room.

Arthur sat there looking down at his hands. He doesn't remember his father, he was too young when he left. But ever since then his mother and brother don't talk about him. They never did.

For a long time Arthur thought he was dead or in prison for murder. The way his mother's personality changes when he ever bring up his father always told him that his father did something wrong.

So he never asked about it, not after he got slapped, and he never even thought about his father until now.

"Why are you asking?" Alistair snapped him out of his thoughts.

"I just wanted to know..." Arthur continued to look down at his hands.

"Was the question that mysterious someone asked you about your dad?" Arthur shook his head and stood up.

"You know, I don't ever care about him. I'll be in my room, I have some work to finish." Alistair looked at his younger brother before he nodded and went back to cooking.

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Arthur sighed when he left the kitchen. He stopped when he heard the his mother in the bathroom. He frowned and leaned against the wall that was by the entries.

He looked over when he heard the door open and sow his younger brother walk in.

"Hello Peter, hiw was your day." He asked with a tried smile. Peter smiled brightly at him and ran over to him.

"It was good, we started to take about monsters. The teacher made us pick a piece of paper with a different monster on it. And we have to write about it and present it to the class." The young blond jumped happily.

"What did you get?" Arthur asked as he followed his brother to the kitchen he was just in.

"I didn't get a unicorn or a fairy like you like, I got a vampire."

"Oh? Well maybe you could teach me a thing or two about them." Arthur sat down and laughed.