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3. Piece of trash

"Sunnie... the lawyer called me today to let me know that your father is..." She was interrupted by him, his tone irritated and upset. "Pleeease, Geeen... I already asked you not to call him that anymore." The boy set his phone aside, sulking and avoiding the older one's gaze. He knew that day would come eventually, but it was hard to be prepared.

Gennie took a deep breath, sat beside him, and waited a moment before speaking. "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to say it." She had been worried after the call; if Luna weren't so busy, she would've preferred her to have this conversation with him. "I hate that we have to talk about that piece of trash again." She said in a soft voice, causing the boy's pout to subtly fade. "But that person is getting out of prison this week, so we should be a bit careful for now."

Sun hated even thinking about him, and having to talk about him was truly torture, so he just listened to Gennie in silence trying to suppress his memories. "I'll keep an eye out so he doesn't try to find you. I'll take you to and from school, so let's avoid the park for a few days..." She went on, giving some recommendations, and the boy just nodded quietly. On top of everything he'd been through, seeing that person still affecting his current life made him hate him even more.

"Try not to think about it too much..." She wished they never had to think about that idiot again, and as she pondered how to make this period more comfortable for the boy, he hugged her tightly. Gennie cradled him in her arms; he wasn't a little boy anymore, he'd grown so much in the past few years, but at that moment, he seemed as defenseless as the day she'd met him. She stroked his hair and whispered to him. "I won't let anything happen, don't worry." He nodded, finding it hard to feel optimistic despite trusting her.