Fierce (Punk Harry Fanfic)

"I can't believe you!" I whimper, a tear rolling down my cheek as my eyes are glued to the scene before me. My father embracing a young, perky blonde, who was obviously not my mother. One hint being that my mother was brunette and she had just passed with cancer, less than an hour ago. My heart ached, my stomach turned "this is not what it looks like T!" My dad jumped and sorrow painted his expression. "What the fuck is this than dad!?" I screamed at him, completely forgetting that the fake blonde was still there twirling her fake French tips around her fake extensions, god I wanted to hit her. "I-I" he tried "it's hard for me to deal with your mother being gone" he looked satisfied with his answer before he was interrupted by a males voice "what is this?" I turned to see my uncle (my mothers brother) standing next to me, tear stains obvious on his plaid shirt. "You've got to be kidding me" he stated after he received the memo "you asshole" he stated, his face going red with anger, I so badly wanted him to hit my father right then and there but I knew my mother wouldn't. "Don't do it, they're not worth it" I sighed in my uncles ear and he nodded in agreement "you're right T. If you want, you can come live with me until college, at least we won't have to see this dooche bag, I knew Anna was too good for you." he muttered, unclenching his fists. "You can't do that!" my dad squeaked "It's not his decision, it's mine and frankly who are you to stop me?" I replied, glaring at the blonde. "Come on let's go" my uncle turned towards the door and I began to follow before I turned on my heel and glared at them both "I hope you're happy."