[center][h2][color=fff200]Carol Danvers Is[/color][/h2][/center]
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[b][u]Beverly Massachusetts[/u][/b]

[indent]It had been a long time since I had laid eyes on my old home.  A decent sized, one-story house in the side pockets of Beverly Massachusetts.  It looked like it had gotten a new coat of paint since I had last seen it.  It certainly was a quaint little suburban area, an almost picture perfect type look one might see in those old commercials where the mother happily did the house chores while the kids played and the father came home every night to smiles and hugs; the place even had a white-picket fence.

The truth of the matter was it had been anything but the ideal home.  My father, Joe Danvers, had been a very strict father, expecting great things from us all yet only what I did was never enough for him.  His drinking habits certainly hadn't helped matters and at times he had even grown quite violent.  Thankfully nothing beyond a few bruises here and there, considering he was ex-military I could say in retrospect I had actually gotten off pretty lightly when he was in a foul mood.  Still it didn't excuse his behavior one bit.

I was now dressed in a rather casual plaid, red and blue button shirt, blue-jeans, white sneakers, and a dark brown pilot-type jacket with fur trim.  I stood idly in front of the door for a bit kind of regretting having bothered to come.  I had never had a good relationship with my father and while I was in the service my mother had passed away, last time I had seen him was at her funeral.  Still, I was a responsible adult, and a soldier, I couldn't let the thought of facing down my old man scare me off while I faced down alien menaces.

With a sigh I ran a hand through my hair to calm down, then pressed that fateful doorbell.  The familiar chimes rang, reminded me for a second it would be the holidays soon, and I waited for what seemed like minutes but in reality was 20 seconds tops.  Soon the door opened to reveal the person behind it; it was my brother Joe, well his name was Joseph like my father but everyone called him Joe.

[color=f7941d]"Hey Carol how are you doing!  Frankly I'm surprised to see you here."[/color]  Joe smiled on eye contact quickly let me in.  I suppose at the moment you could call Joe the success story of the family a the moment, he was an architect with quite a few large buildings to his name already.

[color=fff200]"Believe me Joe, I'm probably as surprised as you are...so how is Joseph doing?"[/color] I just couldn't force myself to actually call the man dad or father.  He had given me life, given me a roof over my head and food to eat, but the support that a father should have given his daughter had never really been there.  Joe of course frowned a bit at me using his name like a stranger.

[color=f7941d]"I really hope you two can make up someday, I may have not said much back when we were kids but nowadays it's just rather depressing to witness."[/color]

[color=fff200]"Well he needs to apologize to me first before [i]that[/i] can happen."[/color]  I glared at Joe who merely sighed.

[color=f7941d]"Yes, yes, I know he was a complete douche bag to you and even mother sometimes, but he is still our father."
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[color=fff200]"The only thing about him I respect is his veteran status Joe, as a father he was a complete ass.  If we were not both military people I doubt I would ever have the heart to come back here.  Anyway, where is dad?"[/color]

[color=f7941d]"He's watching TV in the family room, I think I'll stay back for a moment while you two, work things out."[/color]  Joe retreated down the left hall, leaving me alone in the entry way.  The house seemed, darker than usual, perhaps a testament to mother's passing, taking away with it the small light that had been left.  The family room was straight back a few feet and to the right, such a short distance but my body really did not want to take those few steps.

I slapped my face with my hands to get myself moving.  [color=fff200]"Keep it together Carol, he is just your old man."[/color] With resignation in my steps I made my way down.  Sure enough, there he was sitting in his recliner with a beer in one hand and the TV showing some old TV that reminded him of better days.

Despite his look of slothfulness he still had his military senses about him and turned to look straight at me as I made my way in.  There was a moment of silence as we stared at each other.

[color=0072bc]"Well guess the prodigal daughter has returned I see?  Only coming back after your big screw up?"[/color]  He couldn't help but smirk a bit and take another sip of his beer.

Yep, things were already back to the way they were.  

[sub]This sucks.[/sub][/indent]