Sunlight, pure and white pushed through the blinds of the window over the couch, waking me up from my near lucid state. What happened last night? Did I fall asleep on the couch again? With a glance around the room, my suspicions were confirmed. I must have been exhausted, so much so that the dream I had about Whistle coming over felt all too real. So real that I swear I could still smell her sweet lavender scent. The feeling was bittersweet, happy to have dreamed it, sad to know it was a dream. It had to be a dream, Whistle is mute and she was clearly talking to me.
I tired to roll off the couch to prepare for the day ahead of me, not that there was much to prepare for, but my body gave a groan of protest. It was like I weighted twice as much as I do, my body felt heavy and unwilling to get up from the warm blankets. That's when it hit me, I WAS twice as heavy as I normally was. Whistle's hoof fell across my chest in an effort to keep me from moving.
Panic did not even come close to describing what came over me. My heart skipped, both out of elation and fear. Fear that I was about to be in a world of trouble with my dad if he saw us. Fear that her parents had to be worried and would surely want my head served up on a platter for having her over for an entire night! Fear that EVERYTHING in my dream happened! What would that do to us if we decided to become more than just friends!? I just let her into my life and I did not want to lose her now, no now when things were going so well for us!
My chest began to heave instinctively, trying to keep up with my pounding heart. Sweat was beading on my brow as my brain scrambled to find answers to what I knew happened last night and what I was going to say so neither of us would be killed. Oh Celestia! What have I done! I just wanted to watch a sunset from a cloud, now I was surely about to be beaten into tiny bits of pony for this.
"Hmmm... Calm down, nothing happened." Whistle's soft voice flowed into my ear inches from her muzzle like velvet. I had all but forgotten how beautiful she sounds when her words seemed to wrap my anxiety into a blanked and stow it away. I was still nervous about what our parents would say, but at least I could mark teenage father, horrible mistake and a failed relationship off of my brains 'to worry about' list.
"How..." I started
"You woke up cuddling with a mare on your couch and started having a panic attack."
"Oh... Well, what did happen last night?"
"Do you want to ask questions, or do you want to go back to sleep?" Whistle said in her sleepy voice, giving my cheek a nuzzle for good measure. Oh she was good... Almost good enough to make me think that I had said that myself.
"I want to go back to sleep. But I can't without knowing how... far things went." I said, near pleading in panic.
"You fell asleep while we were kissing. You looked too cute to wake up." She said as she shifted the covers closer to her face. "I didn't plan anything like this happening. It just happened." she said with a sleepy yawn
My heart was calming down, but I was still worried. Well, as worried as you can be while you are snuggled up to a cute mare under the covers. Even still, we could fake that she had been at a friends house, but if my dad came in right now... Almost subconsciously, my eyes looked to his door. It was cracked. I clearly remember shutting it the night before, then It hit me... This was a comforter, not the flees nit blanket I had wrapped her up in. This was my DAD'S comforter.
"Dad?" I timidly called out.
"YEAH!?" I heard him shout from the upstairs room. Oh hell! He was home, and... He didn't kill me? That doesn't sond like him at all. He once grounded me from flying for a week after I took off when I was supposed to do the dishes, this was at least 20 or 30 times worse!
Whistle gave a gasp when my dad's call was answered by him just up stairs. I felt her hoofs clinch around my chest in fear and panic, just as I had when I woke up. Now it was her turn to panic and mine to calm her down.
"He's... He's home!?" She whimpered in my ear.
"Shhh... Calm down, if he wanted me dead for this, I already would be. Just, fix the covers and act like nothing happened." I said as I sat upright and trotted up the stairs. It was a short climb, but it might as well have been a mountain with what waited for me at the top of the stairs. I began trotting down the hallway, poking my head in the various rooms that filled our home until I finally found him, laying in bed in the guest bedroom.
"Dad? What are you doing in here!?"
"Oh, hey son. I didn't want to bother you two so I came up here to sleep for the night... morning, whatever."
"Wait... You're not mad!?"
"Why would I be mad?" I was studying his voice closely, looking for anything at all that would prove my fears right, but despite my trying, he sounded sincerer.
"Uh... Because I was sleeping on the couch with a mare?" I said painfully, the every word I said felt like tying a rope around my neck.
"Son, come here. Sit." He said, patting the bed sheets. "When I was just about your age, just a young buck myself... I stole a bottle of your grandfathers wine and ran off to Rainbow Falls with a mare. I was gone for two days, scared your grandmother half to death."
"Whoa, I bet grandpa was pissed too." I said, hoping that the two of us were sharing a father son moment and that I was not walking into a trap.
"He was... More so about me taking one of his vintage bottles of wine and scaring grandma, not over the mare."
"Wait, they were just cool with you running off with a mare?" I asked. His hoof popped one of my cheeks lightly, but still hard enough to sting. "Ow, why!?"
"Pay attention... Grandma was very upset and threatened to have my feathers plucked, but your grandfather took me aside and told her to go out for the day, that him and his son needed to have a talk."
" I take it that I am about to get that same talk, right? Dad, I know about the birds and bees if that is what this is about..."
"Yes... And no son, this is not about that. It's something more important. Sex is sex. It's fun. Thinking that you will never do it is beyond reasonable thought. But you need to know if the mare you are with is the one you love or the one that you want to be with. It's easy to to have a little fun in the sheets, but it's much harder to look at a mare and say that you want to spend your life with them. There is more to life than just dating, there is your whole life to think about too. The key to being happy is being with somepony that is not only worth your time, but worth your life." He said putting a hoof to my shoulder.
"What about that mare you took to the falls, was she worth it?" I asked playfully. This was as close to my father as I had ever felt and damn it, I was going to take advantage of some fun 'buck talk'.
"She was... She so was..." He said, looking past me to a old photo on the dresser. It was one I had seen before, it used to be on his nightstand back in Cloudsdale. The soft red mare in the photo was clung to my father's neck as they both flew through the clouds together. The resemblance was unmistakable.
"It was mom... wasn't it?"
"That was the day you became part of our lives, we just did not know it yet. Her friend took that picture of us that day we ran off together and gave it to us at our wedding."
"Oh... I get it." I said still looking at the picture.
"No son... You don't yet. But you will one day. Fate has a funny way of working its magic. We were just kids, thinking we were grown. We didn't know that one fun night would lead to so much more. We were just luck that we loved each other more than either of us knew at the time."
"Is that what grandpa told you? Find the right mare before you go off making babies?"
"No, Cask... He said..." He said sitting up. He then lurched forward, wrapped me in a tight hug and began messing up my mane with his hoof. "I SWEAR TO CELESTIA IF YOU MAKE ME A GRANDFATHER AT THE AGE OF 39, I'LL DYE YOUR MANE GRAY SO I LOOK YOUNGER THAN YOU!" His childish tone told me that I was not in trouble... yet.
"So... I'm not going to have to go out and buy some mane dye, am I?" He said, looking at me with hope that I had not done something stupid.
"No dad, we only just kissed. I just passed out and I guess it was too cold for her to fly home. I swear."
"Good. You might want to be thinking of what to say to her dad. You are going to fly her home and meet her parents, right?" His tone edged more on 'you are going to do this or I will lose all respect for you' than questioning.
"Yes sir. I will."
"Good. Now, I believe there is a mare downstairs that needs somepony to fly her home. If her father asks, you two fell asleep studying and I said it was too cold to fly home last night so she slept on your bed and you slept on the couch while I ran blocker."
"You are scary good at this..." I said, being taken aback by my fathers mischievous mind.
"I had plenty of practice from your mother. Now, get out of here, I just got in bed and you are ruining my beauty sleep." He said as he shoo'd me off the bed and back down stairs.
"Any advice for talking to her dad?" I asked from the doorway.
"Yeah. Be firm and don't let him trick you into telling the truth." He said with a sly grin. That settles it... My father is evil.
As I trotted back downstairs, I had lost any and all worry I had when I was lying on the couch. Who knew my dad would be so cool about this, surely born from his experience of been there, done that. I remember my grandpa as being a kind and gentle buck, but I also remember picking on my dad like there was no tomorrow. Luna only knows what he had to go through as a colt. Maybe he wanted to handle things better with me than his dad did with him.
I looked to the couch to a very nervous looking mare who was doing her best to blend into the frame work of the couch's green upholstery. What was she, a ghost now? No matter where she was, she always just seemed to blend into the environment.
"It's cool, dad is going to cover for us if your parents ask." I said as I started gathering her things and placing them in her bags.
"Wait... WHAT?" She said in shock.
"Yeah. He just didn't want to be a grandpa is all. He told me a long story about how him and mom first met and told me to not be stupid. But he didn't seem to upset by it, I think he would have liked a warning though."
"But I... You... We... My dad would have killed us in our sleep!" She said looking flabbergasted. Heh... About time I got to see that look on somepony else for a change.
"Well... My dad is just cool like that, I guess." I said as I placed her things on the couch and began looking for my jacket.
"I guess I should go. Mom and Dad will want to know where I have been all night..." She said as she stood for the door.
"Not so fast. First off, you were here. No since in lying about it. We fell asleep studying and you slept in my bed while I slept on the couch down stairs, my dad put you there and made sure nothing adult happened all night." I said as I tossed her one of my hoodies from the closet.
"But!"
"But nothing, dad said he will vouch for us. We are good. Stick to the plan and nopony will die from this."
"If you say so, please let me do the talking though. My dad is not like yours." She said.
"If you say so." I said as I held the door for her.
The two of us stepped out into the sunny cool air of the morning. We took flight towards Cloudsdale, all the while talking about how we would approach the situation with her dad. Oddly enough, she seemed to not be worried about her mother. I would think that she would be the one to worry about, my mother used to be very protective of me when I was younger. Then again, I never got a chance to meet a mare's parents before, so this was all new to me.
We arrived in Cloudsdale surprisingly fast considering how far away it is, it must have been the cold air and us not wanting to be in it. She lead me down street after street of puffy, cloud built houses through a neighborhood I knew all too well. It was my old neighborhood. So when we came to a single story home just around the corner from where I used to live, needless to say that I was surprised.
The two of us came to her door and waited patiently for her parents to answer. Even with all of the confidence I had back in Ponyville, my heart was still about to leap out of my chest. Would they take the news well? Would they be angry with her over this mess we had gotten ourselves into? I didn't want her to have to take the blame for this. I felt like it would be the right thing to do by taking the lashings for her, but how could I?
After a long pause, the door flung open and I was faced with a much smaller buck than I had been picturing. To hear Whistle talk about him, I would have though of him to be twice the size of a normal pony. But nevertheless, there he was, at eye level with me. His skin was taught and defined with muscles, but his over all appearance was thin and stringy in comparison to my own. Even her mother was taller than he was! All be her much better looking. It was clear where Whistle had gotten her good looks from in the family and it was not her dad!
"Well?" Her father said.
"Oh! Sorry. Whistle was studying at my house last night and we both fell asleep..." Ok this was harder than I thought. I never thought a buck my height could be so... intimidating. And with ONE WORD!
"Go on..." He said taking another step closer to me. Whistle had moved to the edge of the porch, flattening her body out as if she were about to be attack by a bear.
"M-m-my dad put her in my bed and I slept on the couch..."
"And!?" He was now eye to eye with me, pressing his nose close to mine and glaring into my soul.
"And... And he said it was too cold to fly home last night! Nothing happened! I swear!" I said, now being backed down the porch. It was like he was actually mentally strangling me! My brain fought to keep my words on track but my mouth was about to confess to a crime neither of us committed! Focus, Cask... Don't let him get the best of you. You have to show him that you are not lying about lying... you can do this...
"AND!?" He near shouted through his teeth.
I sure'd up my stance and press my nose to his. Celestia it was like staring down a brick wall! "And NOTHING HAPPENED! What, do you want an award for, scaring teenagers!?" Oh crap... I didn't mean to say that. I tried to stop my mouth but it was too late, that pissed off young buck in my brain was now at the controls and it was going wild. "Not every buck out there is looking to get a mare in bed! We were just studying and fell asleep! My dad even said he stayed up all night to make sure nothing bad would happen! Let. It. Go." I said narrowing my eyes. I was so getting murdered for this.
So when her dad pulled back away from me and trotted back to her mother, I was shocked. It worked! I can't believe it! But then he turned his baleful gaze to Whistle, the mare who was doing her best cloud impersonation and trying not to be a bother to even the air around her.
"Well, is what he is saying true?" Whistle looked around for a long moment before quickly nodding her head in agreement. "Good. Well I guess you should be going then. I think you two have seen enough of each other for one day." He said to me.
"Now, Rain. It is not everyday our little filly brings a buck home for us to meet. Why don't we invite him inside to warm up with some hot coco." Her mother said in a voice that edged on a whisper.
"You can't be serious, Whisp. After what they did?"
"Do you mean fall asleep and not want to catch their death of cold trying to get home? Sounds like a accident with a side of responsibility to me." Wow... I like Whisp. How did a buck like that get a mare who was as sweet and kind as she was!? Rain grumbled to himself and finally glared back my way.
"Fine. But don't think this makes us buddies..." He said as he faded into the house's interior.
"Come on. Whistle will show you where you can put your coat." Whisp said as she trotted in after Rain.
"Heh... nothing to it." I said nervously to Whistle.
"If you say so..." She said as she trotted inside, leaving our awkward argument in the yard for all to see.
Her home was, well, a cloud. Albeit a warm, inviting one, but a cloud nonetheless. It was a well furnished home too. Despite my father being in the furniture business, Our home had always had a simple feel to it. Nothing more than needed, nothing less than needed at that. It was always just the bare necessities as far as furnishings, nothing like this! Pictures adorned every wall along with antique posters of old movies I had only heard of in books. Even their kitchen seemed to carry a theme, with small chickens on anything that could be used or touched.
I sat at the table opposite Whisp, next to Whistle in their chicken coupe of a kitchen. Rain was not where to be found however. My best guess had lead me to think that he had wondered off to sulk after our confrontation in the front yard, but that did not mean that the tension had left the air around us. Whisp, while a beautiful mare, still held the same baleful look as her husband, albeit a softer, more quizzical one.
"So..." I said as I tapped the rim of my hot coco.
"So indeed..." Whisp replied. Well, there goes that charming demeanor I loved at their front door. I bet she lured me in here to poison me.
"You have a lovely home?" I said as I felt the sweat start to run down my back.
"Thank you. What are your intentions with Whistle." Wow, right to the point. My jaw hung open and nearly knocked my drink to the ground. "Oh please... Don't play coy. I was a teenager once too."
"I'm sorry?" I stammered out.
"Do you really think that I believe you two did nothing all night long?" Celestia... Her voice was not nearly as fear laden as her husbands, but it still carried that threatening tone. It was like I was in the principals office all over again!
"W-we didn't! I swear!" I said as convincingly as possible.
"Uh-hu... Whistle? Did anything happen last night?" She asked in a playful manner, playful if she were a cat and Whistle were mouse that is.
"We kissed..." Whistle softly said. Whisp looked at me with one eye and raised her brow.
"Ok, we kissed! Is that a crime?" I said, trying to defend my position.
"Well... What else happened?" She said positively elated at her victory over me.
"Fine..." I started. "She came looking for me after I had flown home from the cloud we were supposed to meet at..."
And just like that, I spilled the beans. Call it not having the threat of death looming over me or call it not wanting to get caught lying to her, but I confessed everything. From the library, to me waiting for Whistle on the clouds, I even confessed to kissing ourselves to sleep. By the time I had finished, Whistle had only interrupted a few times to add details that I never saw happen.
"And that's it. Nothing really BAD happened... Did it?" I asked hoping I was right. Where I was still scared of what her judgment might be, I was at least relieved to have told the truth. If nothing else, I wouldn't have to dance around every time I saw her parents, and I did intend for us to keep this thing we had going.
"I see... " Whisp said as she took a long drink of her coco. "Whistle, why don't you go and wait in the living room while me and..." Whisp said looking to me.
"Oh, Caskade. Caskade Melody." I said. Great, I forgot to introduce myself.
"Yes... Caskade Melody have a little chat, alone." So this is where I die... Whistle trotted into the living room, leaving me and her mother to deal with whatever evil she had planned for me.
"Caskade Melody... Seems like an odd name for a buck." She said as she added another marshmallow to her drink.
"My mother named me after herself and where my father met." As hurtful as that statement should have been, I had to deal with explaining my name to more than a few ponies in my life.
"And her name?"
"Cardinal Melody. Her and my father met at Rainbow Falls. Guess they decided to name me after the falls." I looked up to Whisp who had just choked on her coco, spilling half of it on the table.
"You're Cardinal and Splint's colt!?" She seemed almost taken aback by it.
"Yeah? Is there something wrong?" I asked, curious if now I had to deal with her hating my parents too. Whisp stood from the table and trotted to the far wall behind me. There she began to rummage through one of the drawers in the table stand below their bay window. Finally after much waiting for her to pull out a gun, knife or blunt object to beat me with, she turned to show me a picture.
"I knew your mother. We were best friends back then, before you were born that is." Something in her voice had changed, gone was the principal like tone, but now she had taken on a more soft tone that I had heard on the porch earlier. "I remember when your parents met back in school. It was even me that suggested to your dad that her ask Cardinal to come with us to the falls for the weekend. "
"You knew my parents!? My mom?" I said in a bewilderment.
"Knew her... We were best friends." I looked at the picture she was holding. It was like the one my dad had on his dresser, but there were other ponies with them. They all seemed so happy back then, flying and playing in the rainbow colored water. My parents were flying towards the camera while the others swam and drank together. I couldn't tell, but I think I could see Rain in the bottom corner of the picture too. He looked back back then as well, what was he, born pissed off or something?
"Huh... That must be the bottle of wine my dad swiped from his dad." I said, leaning to see the picture. Whisp let out a laugh and covered her mouth as soon as the sound came out, but the joy on her face was unmistakable.
"Your dad got into so much trouble for that! I swear his dad was more mad about the wine than when he found out your mom was pregnant with you." She said in a much more relaxed tone than I expected.
"Yeah, he told me that grandpa said if he made him a grandparent at his age that he would dye my dads hair gray..." Whisp laughed again, but this time pulled out a photo album and placed it before me. She fumbled through the pages until she found a picture of a very upset looking buck with a gray mane and orange tail.
"He did! He dyed it nearly white too! Left his tail orange for good measure." I looked to Whisp who was now on the verge of tears from laughing. I reached out and turned the page. On it was a picture of all of them at my parents wedding. My father still wore the remains of his botched dye job and looked nervous as I had earlier on the doorstep. Despite looking pregnant, my mother wore a long flowing light blue dress and look well out of my father's league. She was beautiful, just as beautiful as I had always remembered.
"I'm sorry about your mom. She was too good for this world, it was a crime that we lost her so soon."
"She was."
"She always talked about you whenever we got to see one another. She was so proud of you. I never thought in a million years it would be you bringing my daughter home, but here you are. I never thought that she would bring a buck home to be honest. I think you might be the first one she has ever dated now that I think of it."
"Really? She doesn't date?" I asked, curious why a mare as beautiful as her would not be surround by bucks my age.
"Whistle... She has never been the dating type I guess. The fact that she talks to you at all is nothing short of a miracle."
"Honestly, I thought she couldn't until last night. She nearly scared me half to death. She is already quiet and sneaks up on me like a ghost." Whisp laughed and sat down beside me.
"Well, I guess you have a little of your fathers charm in you. She never talks to strangers. The doctors say that she has selective mutism brought on by social anxiety."
"Selective mutism? Like, she chooses to not talk? What would she have to be worried about? She has a beautiful voice and she's..." I caught myself and looked back to Whisp. I was sure that talking about her daughter like that would land me in exile, but I was not ready for the look she was giving me. It was... a sweet look? Well, she was smiling, that was better than the alternative.
"Just like your father..." Before she could finish what she was saying, her words were interrupted by screaming from the basement.
"Whisp! Is that buck gone yet?" Rain, his words verging on venom as he spat them out.
"I was just about to show him out dear." Whisp said, her voice failing to match his tone and volume. "Look, you had better be going. Rain is..."
"No, no. I get it."
"It's not that he doesn't like you. He doesn't like anypony. I'm happy that I got to meet you and that Whistle found a buck that seems to care for her enough to not try anything on the first date. I trust you two will be seeing each other again?" She asked as she cleared the table and began showing me out.
"Is... is that ok with you?" I said sheepishly.
"As far as I am concerned, the more she is out of the house, the better. It would be good for her." Whisp said as we left the kitchen. "Whistle, could you show Caskade out? I need to go and have a talk with your father."
Whistle looked up from her paper she was writing on with a puzzled look. "Is everything ok?"
"Yes. Just fine. Why don't you invite him over for dinner on tuesday, I think he might like that." Whisp said as she stepped down the stairs. "It was a pleasure seeing you again, Cask."
Whistle trotted to my side and began showing me out. Oddly enough resorting to her silence once again as we did so. So that is what her mother meant. When things get awkward or tense, she locks up and doesn't talk. Suddenly her not wanting to talk when we first met was starting to make since, she wasn't mute, she was nervous to be around me. We stepped out into the cold breeze of the mid afternoon. Before I could do up my zipper on my hoodie, I heard the door close behind me. I popped my head out of the hood and looked around, expecting to be alone. But I wasn't alone, I was looking at a very confused mare.
"What... did you say to her?" Whistle asked.
"Nothing... why?"
"My mother has never acted like that, ever! That's why. And what was that she said about seeing you again? Have you two met!?"
"Oh, she knew my mom and dad. I guess they were friends a long time ago."
"So she, didn't tell you to stay away? She actually wants you to come over for dinner?"
"I guess so. Why is that so strange to think?" I said as I adjusted my hood for the flight home.
"N-No reason... Do you... want to sit on a cloud after school tomorrow?" I looked back to Whistle who was sitting and tapping her hooves like a filly.
"Why is it that all of a sudden you are nervous?" I asked lifting her chin with a hoof.
"It's just that..."But she didn't get to finish. I gave her my most reassuring kiss I could manage on the lips and silenced anything she was going to say. It felt nice to be the one who was making her feel uncomfortable, not to mention she looked so damn cute when she was worried.
"Meet me on the track field?" I asked.
"I-I would like that. But only if you want to." She said taking a step closer to me."Could you bring something to cover up with?"
"Of course! Also, I have to get my hoodie back after all, so yeah I want to." I said playfully.
"What!? No, I like it and it smells like you. This is my jacket now." She said backing away.
"Whistle! Get in here, NOW!" Rain screamed. What an ass... Here we were, enjoying a perfectly good moment together and he just had to blow things out of the water.
"I'll see you tonight." I said as I stepped off the stairs.
"Bye." Whistle said as she retreated into her home.
What a strange morning. First I wake up thinking I'm going to die, then I go somewhere I think I might be killed and I leave with the chance of going on another date. I need a nap after all of that. I reared up to take off but fell back to my hooves when a sudden stabbing pain hit my belly. I knew it! She did poison me! I clutched at the sore spot and found that I had not be poisoned but that Whistles had left her notepad and pencil in my front pocket. Removing it, I saw that she had written me a note.
"Caskade. I'm sorry for my parents, they do not like other ponies being around me, especially bucks. I know that after this you will not want to see me again, but I wanted you to know that I really enjoyed spending time with you. You are not like other ponies, you were special. I'm sorry. Whistle Wind."
"Now why would she go and write something like that..." I said aloud. Even if her parents down right hated me, there was no way in all that was green and lush about Equestria that I would not see her again. Even if I had to take what little time we had together at school, I would make it work.
Working my hooves furiously, I scrambled to scribble out a note on the back of her's. If she truly was going to be this worried about me never wanting to see her again, I was going to prove her wrong. It may have been presumptuous to have written a lot of what I did, but I meant every word of it. By Luna if I was going to have her feeling unsure about 'us'. Knowing that she only truly talks with pen and paper, this had to be the only way that she would understand how I felt.
I folded up the note and fluttered to around her house, looking for her bedroom window to stick the note to. Even though the home was one story, it was very large! Much bigger than I had expected after being inside of it. Finally, after flying what felt like miles, I came to a room that looked like her's. Not because of the pink and white bedding, but because of the screaming voice of Rain who was drilling his words into the very walls around Whistle and Whisp both.
"Do you have any idea what the neighbors are going to think with him bringing you home like that!? Do you think that they will think you are cool!? Answer me!" He shouted. If looks could kill, mine would be one of weapons grade flamethrower fuel. It was all I could do to stay hidden as I overheard the screaming coming from my mare friends window.
"Please! Dad!"
"Don't you please me! I will not have my daughter looking like a common hussy!"
"Rain, stop! Don't talk to her like that!" Whisp begged.
"That's enough out of you. It's bad enough that she is talking to him, let alone sleeping at his house! You have to go getting all chummy with him at the dinner table too!? Did you two even think for a second of what this would do to me? What other ponies will say!? Dating Splint's son!" My ear was now glued to the windows edge. What was it about what he said that just froze me? What did my dad have to do with all of this?
"Rain, it's not like he is the devil. He's Cardinal's son too after all. He would never treat her like that." Whisp said. Yeah, you tell him Whisp.
"I don't care about that! If you want to see him again, FINE! I don't care! But I won't have him bringing you home like a damned trophy to rub in my face!"
"Dad, it's not what it sounds like! I like him!"
"Shut. Up! If I wanted your opinion, I would ask for it!" He shouted in her face. I was now pawing at the walls, trying to mentally kill him. How could he talk to her like that!? How could he be such an ass? I chanced a peak over the window sill, Rain had backed her into a corner and into a ball. Everything inside of me wanted to blow through that window and carry her away from there at that moment.
"He is coming over for dinner Tuesday, so I would suggest getting used to him being around." Whisp said, clearly laying down the law of what was going to happen.
"You are just as bad as her! The both of you are just made for one another! Why not move him in Whisp! Then he and her can bang all they like!"
"I told you I believe them, I don't think she would-" Whisp's words were cut short by Rain's hoof falling across her face. I had to restrain myself from ripping the wall I was hiding behind down. That asshole! How dare he hit her like that! If only I could take Whistles away from here and find a way for us to make it on our own... She is too good for them.
"That's enough! Go get cleaned up for work! And you, you had better have had the house cleaned up before you leave tonight! I am having company over and I will not have the house looking like a sty!" Rain said as he trotted away, leaving his beaten wife and terrified daughter behind. Whisp was soon to follow after him, leaving Whistles to slowly crawl to the door.
I reached in my pocket and retrieved the note I had written and unfolded it to make a correction.
"Whistles, don't think for a second that I would not want to see you again, nothing could keep me away. I really like you and want to see where the wind blows us next and what cloud we end up on. I'm your coltfriend after all." I erased the small heart I had drawn and continued writing. "And I promise one day I will give you everything that you deserve and so much more. Don't be scared of me, I won't hurt you."
I folded the note, lifted the window pain and placed it just under it on the inside of her room. She had just cleared the door when I let the window fall on the note. I have no clue if she heard me or not because I had already flown away to the clouds. If nothing else came from this, I wanted her to know that she had somepony out there waiting for her. An escape if nothing else. But one thing was for sure, I was going to have to talk to her about this.
So with the smell of her still in my hoodie, I flew home with hopes that I could somehow help her. It was wrong to think that I was just going to date her and nothing else. I couldn't, not after what I had just seen and heard. If I was going to be with her, it was going to be all of her, including her problems. If they were her problems, then they were mine now too. We would just have to work on them, together.