Dean Cassidy, father of two

Visions of a great tree shattered into darkness as the voice turned to screeching. Dean shot up in his bed.

What the fuck was that

He shut off his alarm and fell back into his sheets. The dream had been so real, so vivid, it hung solid in his mind. Multiverses? Gods? A being giving him power for no reason? It sounded like some generic power fantasy one of his employees would come up with. But despite that there was still something about it that nagged him.

It was his family.

Dean threw himself from his bed and marched to the shower. There was no need to close doors or sleep clothed, for he lived alone. Cold water ran in streams down his athletic body and shocked the thirty-eight year old awake. He had hoped it would help him focus his mind on the day ahead but instead it only sharpened his memory. Power over his family? Didn't he already have that?

Of course I don't, I never did

His thoughts turned to his senior year, to the one stupid decision that ruined his life. He gave in to one dumb sluts advances and sealed himself to her for eternity. It didn't look so bad at first, being a father at eighteen. He had a hot ass wife, a beautiful daughter and a decent job. He didn't think he'd settle down quite that early but it wasn't bad for what it was. Two years later he had even had a second daughter.

Stacy, his oldest, was a headstrong girl that took after her mother. Blonde hair, blue eyes, fair skinned. She never let anyone tell her what to do. He never liked the choice in name but his wife had insisted on it. Then there was Heather, his second child. She always kept close to him, a real daddy's girl. He still smiled every time he recalled her hiding her face behind her brown hair. Her big hazel eyes could always sucker him into giving her what she wanted.

He hadn't seen either in twelve years.

"Fucking cunt. Whore."

Dean always swore when he thought of his ex-wife. To call her a lying, cheating whore wasn't inaccurate. She did lie to the judge and claim he was abusing her and the girls. She did cheat on him throughout their entire marriage. She even fucked for money to spend on designer clothes and jewellery. Apparently his child support payments weren't enough to support her lavish lifestyle. He'd tried several times to reconnect with his kids, but between court orders and the lying whore he'd never gotten in so much as a word to them. Who knew what kinds of bullshit she was telling them about him.

And now he had this dream churning up all the old, bitter memories of the family he had. He had promises of power, imagined. A false hope. Or was it?

He gave the idea some though over breakfast. Heather had turned eighteen only a few weeks prior. Both of his children were adults now, free to make their own decisions. Even the court orders were worded in regards to him having visitation regulated by their legal guardian. As legal adults their mother no longer had guardianship. If they wanted to see him they could. But would they?

Dean resolved to find out. It was finally time for him to try reconnecting with his children one last time. His thoughts turned to the dream as he left his apartment. Its meaning was obvious now; he had the power to reach out to his girls. Perhaps even put that bitch Amber in her place.

It was finally time to get back what was taken from him.