This is a true story, every single part of it. This is the first time I've ever shared this, so you better feel pretty damn special. But yea, thanks for reading.
I was a freshman in high school, and truth be told everything was great. I was one of the few kids whose parents were still married and all my friends weren't complete ass holes at the time. Me and my best friend Cole would do anything and everything together, and we had a brotherly bond. Freshman summer hit and I felt unstoppable. Living near the beach, me, Cole, and his girlfriend Alyssa would go almost every day if we could, and it was amazing. I was one of those nerdy freshman that didn't cuss or do anything extremely bad but hey, I was satisfied. It was the summer, so what could happen? I was just relieved that I got through my first year of high school.
But then something happened, and only god knew that it would fuck up my life forever.
It was a pretty normal day, I'd say it was probably ten at night and I was hanging out in my room, the door was cracked. I hear my moms text message ringtone on her phone go off, and a short panic attack afterwards. I hear my had deap breathing, whimpering, 'no, please no.' under his breath. He ran into my moms room where she was sleeping and started in a full mode of panic.
'what the fuck is this? What the fuck is this!'
My mom was still dazed from just waking up until she realized the situation. She began to panic herself, and mutter the exact same words as my dad. She began to deny everything in that text message (which I have no clue was) but it just built up my dads anger. Before I knew it, my dad was pulling out luggage from the hall closet. I began to get nervous and prayed to god it wasn't what I thought it probably was. Oh god no.
'you fucking bastard'
I heard him mutter under his breath.
I freaked out and ran to my brothers Cris & Kevens room.
Keven was being a fat ass & talking to his girlfriend, Cris was playing Xbox. It was the usual. I checked with them to see what was going on, but they had no clue. I asked to stay in their room for a while and they let me, but I kept the door cracked so I could hear stuff. All of a sudden I hear my mom bawling, chasing down the hallway for my dad.
'please, believe me! Come back!'
My dad ignored everything she said but she continued to cry and scream after him. My dad really didn't give a fuck about her, and before we knew it, I heard his car drive away. My mom ran back to her room, and her crying was something that was so destinct from anything else, you could never miss it.
I didnt want to think about the possible, I didn't want to think about it at all. To try my hardest to forget about it, I went to the livingroom to watch TV, maybe it'd help my nerves. But meanwhile I could hear my mom, leaving countless and countless amounts of sobbing voicemails to my dad, who didn't seem to want any part of her. My hands were shaking, dear lord don't let this be it.
I hear my mom frantically running down the stairs, and I tense up a little.
A part I will never forget, is when my mom ran downstairs and fell onto my lap, crying so hard, I'd never seen something so broken. The only words that ever came out of her mouth were,
'please believe me, please believe me.'
I started to hate this bitch, I knew what was going on. I had the strongest temptation to toss her off of my lap, but I didn't. Cris and Keven had no clue of shit of what was going on, they were completely clueless. Why me? I sat there emotionless and bitter,
These were the two days in hell.
We had no clue where my dad was, but for the past two days my mom was crying off and on the phone with him, trying to explain but with no time. I remember my dad calling me, saying he loved me very much. I asked him when he'd be home, but he never answered.
Keven and Cris left, they went off somewhere with their girlfriends to vent, maybe escape. Lucky them they were 17 and could drive, while I was 15 and stuck at home in living hell with the fucking devil itself. For the past two days I swear to god, she never stopped crying.
For those two days I locked myself in my room, and I tried my hardest to drown out the devils plea.
Cris and keven were seriously only there half of that weekend. But when we heard the news, they came straight back.
Dad was coming home.
I remember keven told me I wasn't allowed to stay at home, and that he didn't want me to experience what was bound to happen when dad walked through that door. So, he shoved me at Coles house. I didnt want to tell Cole what was going on so I lied and said that my parents were having friends over and I couldn't be there. He accepted, but he failed at getting my mind off things. We watched reruns of jackass and played Xbox but we both knew my mind was off to something else the whole time.