3rd person:
"FINE!! JUST GO THEN!!"
Jack's father screamed at his mother as she cried. She backed up against the wall and he had her cornered. Jack was in the corner, huddled into a ball, as if wishing to dissappear. His father got quiet and he leaned in close to his mother.
"You want to leave me? Fine. But you're never going to find anyone better than me."
With that, Jacks father gave one last glance at jack before he walked out of the small apartment, slamming the door as he went.
Jack's pov:
I smiled, half proud of myself now that I had gotten all of my belongings packed. We were getting on a plane to America today. We were going to LA where one of my mom's friends were loaning us an apartment.
I was actually somewhat excited for this. Ireland bores me. And anyhow, I wanted a change. Something to give me a new start. And now it was all happening.
I looked over and saw my mom falling asleep over her paperwork for moving. I smiled and walked over, covered her with a blanket, and kissed her forehead. Me and her were a team. We were survivors together, and we could get through anything. As long as we had each other.
I took a step back and looked around at our dusty, now empty one bedroom apartment. There were holes in the walls, smoke stains in the peeling paint, and layers of dust covering the surfaces around me. It's good that we're leaving. Too many memories have burned into these sad walls, I need to get away.
No more secret bruises, no more sadness, no more drunken fights. Just me and my mom, in LA.
Alright, I know septiplier isn't very popular anymore but I still love it and I just want to write. So that's what I doing. Also, I know it's a short chapter but it won't always be like this. It's only the beginning. Hope you like it! Buh bye for now😜
