American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!.

Chapter 108 I Will Definitely Die Before Dad

On the other side, Smallwell School.

Peter went to the hardware store to buy the nails needed to repair the house, and stopped by the school on the way to take care of Zu's business.

He walked on the green lawn behind the school and passed an art class.

The students around were sitting in a semi circle, and a female teacher in a batik dress was giving a lecture.

Peter's super hearing enabled him to hear the rustling sound of all the students painting the falling leaves with their paintbrushes.

After looking at the students, he walked straight towards Martha McConaughey's office.

"Mr. Padraic?"

Martha was a little surprised to see Peter at school.

After all, in the past she could only see Peter during parent-teacher meetings.

"Hello, Mr. McConaughey."

Peter greeted her, "I hope I don't bother you."

"No, of course not."

Martha stood up a little excitedly, but quickly concealed her emotions, "I heard about the plane. Thank God, you didn't have any accidents."

"Thank you."

Peter thanked her and after a few pleasantries, he stated his purpose - to deal with the previous complaint against A-Zu.

Because A-Zu often gets into trouble, he has been complained by many teachers and parents.

"no problem."

Martha nodded, indicating that with her around, things would be resolved quickly.

With the help of the enthusiastic and beautiful teacher, Peter quickly dealt with A-Zu's affairs.

He looked up at the other person's dark circles and asked casually, "Teacher Martha, haven't you had a good rest recently?"

When asked by Peter, Martha was stunned for a moment and then replied: "Maybe. Maybe I'm a little tired recently."

ten minutes later.

Accompanied by Teacher Martha, Peter walked out of the school.

When the two walked past a bench, the female teacher who had taught art before sat there, stood up and greeted them.

Woman in batik dress, with a sweet face and slim figure.

As she saw Peter and Martha approaching, she held out her hand.

"Hi, Martha."

"Katie?"

The art teacher named Katie smiled at Martha and said, "I'm waiting for you. This is..."

She turned her gaze to Peter, "Your friend? Martha."

Martha McConaughey glanced at Peter and said guiltily, "Yes."

Although Peter is John's parent, he is also half his friend. After all, he rescued him from the gang, so there should be nothing wrong with saying this.

"We know each other so well, Martha, you should introduce us."

The woman held out her hand and introduced herself to Peter, "I'm Katie Wiznewski, and I'm the art teacher here."

Peter looked at Martha, who smiled awkwardly, "She's my friend."

In fact, she was not familiar with the new art teacher.

The other party was mysterious and was said to have had unclear relationships with many men, which made her stay away from him.

"Peter Padrick."

Peter held out his hand to her.

The woman in front of her gave her a feeling that something was wrong.

Especially the other person's eyes, which gave off a look that made him feel uncomfortable.

"I've heard of you, Mr. Padraic. You're a celebrity in town now. A passenger plane made an emergency landing on your farmland."

Katie Wiznewski blinked her curious eyes, "Mr. Padrick, do you mind telling me about the thrilling scene that happened at that time?"

"actually"

Peter shook his head. “I wasn’t there at the time, so I don’t know the details of what happened there.”

He nodded slightly to Martha beside him and said, "I have something else to do, so I'll excuse myself."

After greeting the two of them, he turned and left.

Katie Wiznewski was watching Peter's back with interest, her eyes slightly shining.

Night at Padraic Farm.

The farm's renovation work took a day, and the living room was barely restored to its original appearance.

When Peter entered the living room, Zu was watching TV intently.

After hearing Peter's footsteps, he quickly changed the channel with the remote control.

Not noticing Zu's actions, Peter said to him, "Go upstairs and call Star-Lord down. It's time to get ready for dinner."

"that."

A-Zu stood up and said hesitantly, "Dad, Xing-Judge is not doing well."

"What? Did you guys fight?"

"No, he just has a poor appetite. I don't think he has an appetite for dinner."

A-Zu told the story of what happened in the welfare home during the day.

"You mean, you saw the old woman dead, her body on the bed, completely dried up? Overnight?"

"It's like this, Dad. This is the first time Star-Lord has seen this kind of scene, so he can't quite accept it."

Peter looked at Zu suspiciously, "Why didn't you stop him? You should know that your brother is too young to see these things."

He seriously suspected that A-Zu did it on purpose.

After all, this naughty kid has always been at odds with Star-Lord.

Although the relationship between the two had eased somewhat after the incident with Clark, he did not believe that they could ever be back to normal.

"I tried, but his curiosity was too strong." A Zu said it was not his fault.

"Okay, go wash your hands first, I'll go upstairs and call him."

Meanwhile, upstairs, Star-Lord is having a nightmare.

In the dream room, Star-Lord suddenly saw a black shadow passing by his eyes, and he was so scared that he sat up immediately.

The next moment, the black shadow flashed before his eyes again, then ran to the corner and jumped into the bathroom, accompanied by a rustling sound.

Star-Lord, not knowing he was dreaming, got out of bed in the dark and picked up the butterfly knife beside the bed.

He had bought it for six bucks at a flea market near Smallwell Talon.

Tiptoeing on the carpet, Star-Lord secretly followed the black shadow inside.

At the bathroom door, he reached out and fumbled on the wall for a few times and found the light switch.

"Crack!"

The dazzling light poured down instantly, illuminating the entire bathroom.

As his vision focused, Star-Lord saw a red film balloon in the corner of the bathroom, floating on the wall, up and down.

Looking closely, there is a picture of a cake on the balloon, and the flames of the candles on the cake form a line of words: Happy Birthday, Star-Lord.

Just as he was walking towards the balloon, he suddenly saw that the picture of the cake on it had changed.

What was supposed to be a picture of a cake suddenly turned into a skull logo. In the skull's wide-open mouth were two rows of uneven teeth. A dialogue box emerged from between the teeth, with the words "Happy Death Day, Star-Lord" written in the box.

With a whoosh, he woke up from his dream.

Wiping the sweat off his head, Star-Lord looked around and gradually realized that he was dreaming.

"Knock! Knock! Knock!"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Are you asleep, Star-Lord?"

"dad."

Star-Lord was lying on the bed, and when he saw Peter coming, he immediately got up.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Peter placed his hand on Star-Lord's head and rubbed it.

Feeling the warmth and reassurance of his palm, Star-Lord breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm fine, Dad."

Biting his lower lip, he hesitated and asked Peter, “Dad, can I ask you a question?”

"of course."

Peter said looking into Star-Lord's eyes.

"Will you leave me?"

"No, of course not. Why do you ask?"

"I saw a dead person in the welfare home today..."

As he spoke, Star-Lord couldn't help but lower his head.

"Well, it's Dad's fault."

Peter took the initiative to admit his mistake.

When he asked the two to volunteer at the welfare home, he did not take this kind of emergency into consideration.

Seeing such shocking scenes at such a young age may leave Star-Lord with psychological trauma.

It seems that I need to give him some advice or hire a psychologist?
If the Martian Manhunter were in Metropolis, he could come over and play the role of a psychiatrist.

"No, Dad, it's not your fault. I'm not afraid of that kind of death scene. I'm just afraid of losing you."

Star-Lord looked at him and said dejectedly, "I often dream, Dad. I even dreamed about my birthday just now."

"Your birthday? Are you looking forward to your birthday?"

"No, Dad, it's a very bad birthday."

Star-Lord talked about the dream he just had.

In Peter's shocked eyes, he continued, "Dad, besides this, I often have other dreams, and they are not good."

"In the dream, I grabbed the bed sheet and struggled hard, trying to get out of bed, but I was tightly wrapped in the quilt. There were iron railings welded to the edge of the bed that I couldn't climb over. It seemed like there was an invisible wall around me, pressing me down and preventing me from breathing freely!"

Star-Lord describes to Peter how he felt about his dream.

"I felt like I was trapped in a box, with less and less air. I always dreamed about death. I dreamed of a woman who was my mother. She was very thin and there was not much flesh on her face. She held my hand and said goodbye to me."

When Star-Lord said this, tears already welled up in his eyes.

"So…Daddy, you're not going to leave me, right?"

"No, of course not."

Peter patted Star-Lord's shoulder, held him in his arms and whispered comforting words.

The dreams that Star-Lord has are just like Zu's, in that they are fragments of memories from his past life.

The original Star-Lord came from a single-parent family, and his mother became increasingly emaciated due to cancer.

Watching his mother gradually approaching death due to his own helplessness, the young Star-Lord was filled with pain and fear of death.

Until the day his mother died, he ran away from home because he couldn't accept the fact.

Unfortunately, he was abducted by aliens.

Recalling the information he remembered from his past life, Peter hugged Star-Lord and comforted him: "Dad will not leave you. Not even death can separate us. Dad swears to you."

"Then you can't be absent from any of my birthdays, Dad. Can you do that?"

Star-Lord made his request.

He hopes that his father will be by his side every birthday he spends, so that he will never feel the approach of death.

“Why can’t I be absent from every birthday?”

"Because... I will definitely die before my father."

The third chapter may be a little late, I was delayed by something today, everyone can go to bed early, sorry.

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