Catalyst (probably not going to update anymore, don't watch the show anymore)

Chapter 82

I greeted Barry with a smile, "Hey Bar, how was work?" He followed me into the kitchen to get plates and napkins. "I'm sorry honey," I sighed, shutting the kitchen door behind us.

Barry leaned against the island, sighing, "I mean, I expected it to start a little later, but as soon as I walked in the door with the food I bought for him?" He rubbed his face, stressed.

"I know, I know," I huffed, wrapping my arms around Barry's shoulders. "Just try to not let him walk all over you."

Barry's hands rubbed the small of my back while he rested his chin on my shoulder. "Do you think if we told him about the baby he would lighten up a little bit?" Barry suggested.

I released myself from the hug, but Barry's hands still remained on my back. "Hell fucking no," I hissed, "that would make him even more angry."

"How?" Barry asked, confused. I escaped his grip.

"One, he would be shitty that we had the baby out of wedlock," I explained, standing on my tip toes to get the cheap plats out of the cabinet above me. "Two, the baby might have crazy super powers, so how are we supposed to explain that without telling him you're the Flash, which by the way, he thinks you're a show off for some reason. Three, he would be even more pissed at me that I didn't tell him as soon as I found out."

I handed Barry the stack of white plates and a fork and knife. "Why did you give me a fork and knife?" he asked, holding up the cutlery confused.

"My dad eats pizza with a fork and knife," I laughed.

Barry's mouth hung open, laughing, "No way." I nodded and he laughed even louder, "NO WAY!"

I laughed, "Yeah."

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My dad and Trey sat across from Barry and I at the "not-fancy" dining table eating some okay-pizza from Luigi's. All throughout dinner, my dad had been making snarky comments towards Barry and the Flash, and I could tell Barry was reaching his limit.

ALSO, THE WHOLE FUCKING TIME TREY WAS HARASSING ME BY KICKING MY LEG UNDER THE TABLE.

"Dad, why don't you tell us about your superhero back home in Metropolis?" I suggested, trying to make him be less of an asshole.

He wiped his mouth with the paper towel, and explained, still in a snarky way, "Well, he's called The Man of Steel, or Superman, which makes him sound arrogant, and he patrols the city looking for crime like the Flash, but Superman actually is efficient."

"You know what," Barry snapped, "Finn and I are getting really sick of your shit, Abe!"

"Excuse me?" Dad hissed, and Trey kicked my sore shin again.

I shouted, "TREY I SWEAR TO GOD!" Then, I proceeded to stomp at his shin in revenge.

"You've treated me like absolute shit the whole time you've been here," Barry yelled, both men standing up across the table. "I bought you food with my own money, I've been nothing but respectful since the day I met you, and you decide it's appropriate to treat me like this!"

"YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE AROUND MY FAMILY YOU HEATHEN!" Dad screamed at Barry. "JUST THE MERE THOUGHT OF YOU MAKES MY HAIR TURN EVEN GREYER THAN IT ALREADY IS!"

Dad stomped out of the dining room to go to his room, but managed to shove Barry back into my chair with one hand.

Trey's eyes were like the dinner plates in front of us, and he chuckled at Barry, "Damn, you've got some balls, man."

"Oh my goddd," I whispered to myself. Then, Dad emerged from his room, slamming the door shut, and rolled his packed suitcase across the wooden floors.

He angrily stomped the whole way to the front door to retrieve his wool coat, and snapped, "Come on Trey."

"No, I think I'm good," Trey replied, unsure how to react.

"Dad, where are you going?" I asked, frustrated with him too.

He placed his fedora hat on his head, and opened the front door, letting in the cold air from outside. "I'm staying at your sister's house!" he yelled, "Where people will actually appreciate me!"

Then, Dad slammed the door shut, rattling the whole house.

Barry rubbed his face, mortified, and sat back down, furiously apologizing to Trey and I, "I'm so sorry, I didn't think he would react like that."

"Don't worry about it, man," Trey chuckled, "He's a huge drama queen, he lives for stuff like this. Dad will probably be back tomorrow morning expecting you to make him breakfast."

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BARRY ISN'T GONNA TAKE YOUR SHIT ABE

Hiiiiiii, guess who's sick again

Where I live (aka my own Tea Party Republican infested Hell) there's a bunch pf really severe flu's going around and guess who got all of them!

Anyway, please enjoy the video of my goddess Alyssa Edwards being a boss ass bitch.