MLP: FiM
Family of two
By: flat spin
"So this your dad…” Soarin said and gave a gentle poke to the stallion’s side.
“Yeah… Don’t wake him up… please.” Scootaloo said and looked at the stallion.
“Why? I probably should wake him up to let him know that his daughter is home.” Soarin was about to shake the stallion so he would wake up but then Scootaloo stepped between them.
“Please don’t… When he is drunk and awake he is…” Scootaloo said and looked at the stallion.
“Is what?” Soarin questioned the filly who was looking sadder every passing second.
“He… he hits me.” Soarin saw how Scootaloo let out a single tear as she said that. He knew what she was feeling… He knew what was life with an abusive father…
“For Celestia’s sake Soarin! I told to never to fly again!”
“I’m Sorry father.”
“No! No you aren’t… yet!”
“No! Please stop! Dad your hurting me!”
“That’s the point you little pest!”
Scootaloo saw how Soarin was staying silent. She looked at him and saw how he was looking like he had seen a ghost. The she saw the teary eyes of his.
“Soarin?” She asked and Soarin got away from his flashback.
“Umm… Sorry Scootaloo…” He stumbled and quickly wiped off the small tears that had formed in his eyes.
“Are you okay?” Scootaloo asked her idol seeing how something was clearly bothering him.
“I’m fine… Anyways I guess we should let him sleep his troubles away…” Soarin looked at the stallion. He was angry at him for some reason… maybe it was anger he felt for his own father or maybe it was something else. “Where do you exactly sleep in this mess of an house?” He asked and looked around at the house which looked like it was about to fall apart.
Scootaloo giggled slightly. “You know that I’m a minor.” She said and bursted out in laughter.
“Oh come on! Get your head out of the gutter!” Soarin said and rolled his eyes.
Between her giggles Scootaloo said. “I’m sorry… I know you didn’t mean it like that.” Then she walked towards a room that was completely black. “This here is my room… I know it’s not great but… we don’t really have money for anything else.”
Soarin walked in after her and saw that the room didn’t have a bed or a bookshelf. There wasn’t even a closet in the room. Only things in the room were a mattress without any sheets, Two wonderbolt posters on the wall and a small tissue box in the far right corner of the empty room… That tissue box reminded him of his room…
“Sniff.”
“Soarin… psst… Soarin are you crying?”
"Who is that… please don’t hurt me too.”
“Relax Soarin it’s me Spitfire.”
“Oh… You shouldn’t be here… if he sees you here he is gonna pull your feathers out too.”
“Soarin… you can’t stay here with your parents… Please go and get help.”
“No… I can’t.”
“Why not they are hurting you.”
“I… I just can’t.”
“No…” He said quietly.
“What? did you say something?” Scootaloo turned to face him as he looked at the box of tissues.
“I’m not letting this to happen to you too.” He said and turned around to face her. He knew it wasn’t his decision to make… it wasn’t Spitfire’s decision to make back then and now it wasn’t his…
“What do you mean Soarin?” The filly asked.
“I was thinking… maybe you should stay the night at my house.” He said and smiled warmly. This wasn’t the moment to talk about social services and the help they could provide to her… it was her decision that she had to make but at the moment it wasn’t priority number one. priority number one was to get her a place to sleep where she could have a warm bed and clean sheets.
“Really?" She said in excitement. “Are you asking me to stay in the wonderbolt compound for a night!”
“I was thinking about staying at my house over here… but if you want you can stay in the Canterlot's wonderbolt barracks where the beds are made out of steel and the pillows are concrete.” Soarin chuckled remembering the days when he had to sleep in the barracks because he didn’t have money for a house. But now he had a huge house on the south side of Canterlot.
“At your place!” Scootaloo screamed in excitement. “Your house must be huge and fancy!”
“It’s pretty cool… not as cool as some of the other ‘bolt’s houses but it’s good enough for me.” Soarin said knowing that for Scootaloo his house was going to be like a palace even though it was quite moderate house for a wonderbolt who was known all around Equestria. “So what do you say? Wanna live like a true wonderbolt for a day.”
“Of course! Let’s go!” She jumped on Soarin’s back and Soarin walked out of the house giving a small glance over to the stallion who was still sleeping even thou her daughter had just screamed louder than a dragon.
Two of them flew through Canterlot. Soarin didn’t fly as fast as before giving Scootaloo a chance to admire the richer part of the city where the less fortunate rarely got to go. She was dumbfounded by the huge mansions and the tall towers. The unicorns were the majority of the population in this part of the town and all of them were wearing fancy clothes that Scootaloo never could have understood. Why would a pony decide to wear clothes when not even the royals wore any clothes usually? Scootaloo also noticed that some of the ponies and especially the unicorns were giving her quite a cold looks as they walked by.
“Why are they looking at us like that?” Scootaloo asked while Soarin landed in a neighbourhood which was full of quite large mansions.
“Don’t let them bother you. They are like that to me too.” Soarin dodged the bullet with that. He didn’t want Scootaloo to know the truth about Canterlot’s unicorn elite and their opinions about pegasai… and don’t even get me started on how they felt about earth ponies… or like they were called in Canterlot… dirt ponies. Soarin had accepted this class system during his years of living in Canterlot… he never understood why it was a thing in this town. It had never been a law and even the royals were criticising this close minded way thinking that was only present in the upper class of the Canterlot elite… which included his parents…
“Why you just couldn’t have grown a horn like every pony else!”
“Dad I…”
“I’m So embarrassed that I didn’t know my great grandfather was a Pegasus.”
“But Mom… I…”
“Shut it Soarin!”
“Is this your place?” Sootaloo looked at a large two story mansion with a large front yard.
“Oh… Umm… yeah this is my place.” Soarin said and came back from his flashback. He walked up to the door and opened it. “After you.” He said and let Scootaloo walk in first.
“OH MY GOSH! THIS IS SO AWESOME!” She screamed as she saw the inside of the house…