Hiraeth

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8 years ago...

"Your so slow," Hudson groans from a few steps ahead of me. "My goodness I think Gary is faster than you and he's a snail!"

"Not everything has to do with spongebob, Hudson." I said.

"He's right Hevs, you are walking like Gary." Romero agrees.

"Ugh!" I groan, hearing mom and dads laugh from beside me.

Looking down I notice a Golden bracelet wrapped around my wrist.

Did the boy give me this?

Present

"Heaven speaking," I say answering the phone. From tons of calls of my friends trying to reach me.

"Where are you?" Will asks. Looking around for a quick seconds remembering I'm in game room.

"Game room," I answer yawning.

"What ever happened to going to the bathroom?" He asks. I glance at Xan who's laughing at literally nothing.

"Change of plans, I'll catch up with you later. Bye Willy." I hang up throwing my phone back on the couch. Now sitting on the floor with the rest of the group.

"I think I'm going to drop out of college." Ava said bringing the beer up to her raven colored lips.

"What are you even studying?" I asks blowing out smoke.

"Medicine," she answers.

"Doctor?" I ask. That takes years of college.

"Yes, what do you want to do after high school?"

"Don't know," I breath out shrugging my shoulders. "What are you studying Danny?" I turn to him.

"Criminal justice." He turns to me clearly high.

"Bad ass" I comment.

"Heaven Carter!" A voice snaps. Turning to the voice slowly meeting Laura.

"Hey L," I greet tearing my gaze away from her. Focusing on a football game playing on the flat screen.

"Are you high?" She asks.

"I don't know mom am I?" I said not bothering to look at her. Stefan who? Lol.

"Jake?" And this is when I tune out. Jumping slightly when the team makes a touch down.

"The Chargers are trash," Ronnie comments.

"What team you go for?" I ask.

"Chicago Bears." He responds.

"I know you did not talk shit about the Chargers when you fucking go for the Bears." I shake my head.

"No because when was the last time the Chargers even won." He defends.

"When was the last time the Bears went to the Super Bowl?" I argue my gaze on the tv still.

"That's why fucking what's his name," he snaps his fingers trying to remember. "Joey Bosa is trash."

"Just you saying that means you don't nothing about football," I roll my eyes.

"Who even likes the Chargers?" He grunts.

"Chargers? Who even likes the Bears," I mutter. "Thats why they still Eddy Pineiro on the team."

"Heaven!" Laura calls out stopping are argument. I look at her and nod telling her what. "Let's go."

I get up not trying to start an argument with her. Saying goodbye to them as I leave.

"Where are we going?" I ask following slowly behind her.

"We're all leaving, I didn't want to leave you behind." She states. Making our way through the crowd heading back to the yard.

"Are you guys all good to drive?" Kim asks as we all grab our stuff ready to leave.

All of us nodding. Feeling Laura's gaze on me.

"Yes Laura," I said not looking at up as I scroll through my phone.

"Are you all good?" She checks up. Glancing at her quickly looking back at my phone nodding.

Quietly walking into my house, mom possibly asleep. Stopping in my tracks when I hear loud cry coming from the direction of her room. Hating how I care if she's well. When all she's caused me is more distressed.

Signing I quietly walk in the direction of the bedroom. Watching where I go in this huge dark mansion. Stopping when I see the light to her and fathers room. The white door slightly opened giving me enough to see her sitting on the white floor, an expensive wine bottle lazily in her hand not bothering pouring it in a glass-

Her teary eyes focused on a picture. Instantly making me frown, it was Romero's sixth birthday and we all had a huge birthday party for him. Mom, dad, and I posing next to him near the sitting room the party designers created.

She lets out a broken sob, taking a swing at the wine bottle. Shutting her eyes tightly. Screaming the most heartbreaking scream I have ever heard. Not even noticing a tears streaming down my cheek.

This all happened because of one person. Maybe if I didn't go out the night we wouldn't be in this situation. I mean come on who's dumb enough to go out on a damn rain storm. I just had to go out the night.

I know my moms have been mentally and physically abusive. It hurts as much seeing her in this pain. Moms been through shit her whole life. But, this was her breaking point. This was her last straw. Her shattered heart crumbled to dust at his death. It became nothing. She had enough.

I love my mom and I will always will. No matter how much times she pushes me around no matter how much time she destroys. I will always love my parents.

Dad, he's off at work. I know he wants to be here. He's just has stuff to do. Even though we all need each other.

Looking at my sobbing mother one more time. Heading back out the door. Only one place on my mind that brings me comfort.

I get out of the car, opening the trunk. Soon as I see it I breath out. Glad I didn't forget it. Pressing my lips together as I scan through the beautiful land. It has nothing but grass and flowers. Kind of like a big garden.

I sit down on the grass, taking out my violin from its case. Playing a soft tune. Looking at the instrument intensively. I've have always loved playing the violin it felt rather soothing. Started learning at the early age of seven.

Hearing shuffling from behind me I lock eyes with the familiar yellow green eyes.

"You!"