Storm POV
The phone rang a few times before Dad answered.
"Son? Are you okay?" I rarely call Dad, and after what just happened, he might still be at the hospital.
"Yeah, the guys and I want to talk about what happened, thought you might be the ear, or suggest someone, but prefer you," I said, and I did, I would much rather sit and talk with Dad, we are close, or I would like to think we are, I haven't always been the best son, getting into some mild trouble at school. Dad was always there for me, having my back, listening without judging me, giving me feedback, not demanding that I do things a certain way, letting me fail, and being there to catch me and help me get back on my feet.
Mum would be the one who would grumble at me, ground me, discipline me, Dad would say, when we are alone
