Rollercoasters

Goodbye Sweet Home

     "Great." I sigh, as the house that i was raised in fades from my view. I look over to my little brother who is still half asleep since we woke up before sunrise to pack our things. I smile at him and say "Danny.", patting the middle seat of the old SUV for him to sit next to me. Bringing his blanket with him as he moves his small body next to me, and he leans his weight on me and sharing the blanket. He fell asleep instantly. When I notice he's sleeping I slip his glasses off his eyes to make him more comfortable.

     Danny turned 9 just last month. I love him so much. I've always tried to teach him that education and family come first. I did this because he used to be so caught up in pleasing other kids his age. He was bullied all through first and second grade. He was smarter and dress more mature than the others. He wore glasses nearly all his life. The bullying would get worse because he didn't want to hurt the other children. Sometimes he'd come home with a busted lip or a black eye. No matter how much I pried at him to tell me who did it, Danny would just say him and his friends were just messing around and he fell. We were taken out of school 2 years ago and the bullying stop. We've been homeschooled ever since. I'd do anything for him. He's my whole world. I even remember the day my mother told me I was going to have a little brother. I was 6 years old.

*Flashback*

"Lydia.. Lydia, sweetie, could you come here for a second?"

"Yes, Momma?"

"Your daddy and I have something to tell you. Sit down."

"what is it? Am I in trouble?"

"Haha, no sweetheart. It's good news. Very good news."

"Ohh! Then what is it? Tell me!"

"Well, Lydia.. You are going to have a baby brother!"

*End flashback*

     I was ecstatic. I was jumping and yelling. When he was born it was the happiest I had ever seen my parents. It was the happiest I had ever been. My mother had the sweetest singing voice. Every time me or Danny wore upset or crying from a nightmare, she'd lie us down and sing to us "The Itsy Bitsy Spider". Everybody loved her. I take after her in a Physical and personality wise. I have long dark brown hair and green eyes just like her. She was also short. I'm 5'1". The day she died was the most horrific day of my life. I was 11 years old and Danny was 4. I had gotten check out of school not knowing the reason until I saw my father's face. Something was very wrong. As soon as I was by his side he turned around heading out the building without giving me so much as a second glance. I asked multiple questions but he didn't answer until we got in the car. Danny was already there in the back seat and he looked just as confused as I was.

*flashback*

"Daddy, please tell me what's wrong!"

"Your mother's been in an accident. We are going to the hospital to see her."

"Oh my god! Is she okay? What happened?"

"A drunk drive-He, he-Um. He hit her on an interstate. Please don't worry Everything is going to be fine."

*End flashback*

     Nothing else was said on the way to the hospital but you could feel the worry in the air. When we got there, we knew everything wold not be fine. The doctor said that there was too much brain damage. Her brain was  dead and she was only being kept alive with machines. My father was broken. I tried to keep myself together for my family as best as I could. We sat there in the hospital for hours crying. I was holding my brother while he kept asking me what was going on. I didn't know how to help my father. He didn't speak the whole ride home. When we got there he sent us off to bed and he told me that we would talk about what to do in the morning. We didn't.

     After the accident my brother and I grew closer than any siblings could. It makes sense. I basically raised him while my father was always at work or out at bars. He picked up a smoking habit as well. He wouldn't come home some nights and the mornings he came back he looked tired and had wretched stench. I knew it would be a long time until my father was done grieving so with bitterness toward him for giving up, I held my tears and stood tall for Danny. After 3 years dad tried pulling his life together. He quit smoking and drank less. But he still went out to bars sometimes. He always went to a bar called "Buddy's". That's where he met the barbie bitch I now have to call "stepmother". She hasn't stopped doing her makeup since she got in the car. Her hair is bleached blonde but her roots tell another story. They met last year and got married 2 months ago. Ever since then she has tried to convince him to move us out to Florida to live in the house she grew up in. He finally gave in because we are on our way there with all of our things in the moving truck. She hates children. I think she married him so she would be promised her daddy's inheritance.  "You guys look adorable. Don't they Sweetie?" My dad says, snapping me out of my own trance. "Mhm." My stepmom, Catherine, mumbles in response not even looking from her mirror. I roll my eyes in response. 'this is going to be a long ride.' I think to myself before popping in my earbuds and closing my eyes.

A/N: Don't panic other chapters will come very soon. Please leave a response on how you felt and please save this to your library because things are just starting to get salty. Bye, bye. c;