The Neighbor

The Move

      "I want to be part of your world..." i could hear the joy in my moms voice as we sang. Mom playing the piano as John leans on her shoulder. They were so happy together. "Now here's John her beloved husband to say a few words." John slowly stood whipping a few stray tears with a white handkerchief. "When I first met Morgan she was wearing this beautiful floral dress. She looked so beautiful." He started getting choked up. "Sorry I cant." He quickly got off the stand and sat back down grabbing his handkerchief again.
      That was almost 2 months now. John sold the house. He couldnt stand the memories. He found a new house across the city, meaning I have to transfer schools. We're leaving to the new house today so I'm doing some last minute packing. I open my side table drawer and see a necklace box. It was the last thing my mom ever gave me. I took it out the drawer thinking about the day I got it.
                           Flashback
"I got you something Jazzy." My mom says reaching for something in her bedside table. "What is it mother?" She pulls out a black necklace box and hands it to me. I slowly open it and see a beautiful necklace of diamonds in the shape of a heart. "I wanted to get you one nice thing in case I dont make it till your birthday." She sits up and starts coughing. I quickly hand her a cup of water. "Oh please dont talk like that."
                    Flashback over
*knock *knock *knock "you done yet?" I quickly hide the box behind my back so John couldnt see. "Yes all packed sir." I grab my last box and put the necklace at the bottom. I walk outside and put my box in the moving truck and close it up. I take one last look at the house reminiscing on the memories before climbing into John's truck. The ride was quiet, I mostly looked out the window watching everything familiar slowly slip away. Soon enough we reached our new house. A nice two story farm house. Its smaller then our old house and the paint chipping but it's better then I was expecting.
      "Your rooms on the top floor." He said as he shoved a box in my hand. I notice he grabbed a box with my moms name on it, "where you putting moms stuff sir?"
"Attic." He said shoving past me. I walk inside with the screen door squeaking and slamming behind me. I looked around the house scanning the bare rooms. It was so dusty and dim with rays of sun peaking through some of the curtains. I slowly walk up the stairs, some creaking along the way. When I reached the top and looked around I seen a bedroom. I pushed the door and it slowly creaked open. I set my box down on the bed and opened it up and dug around until i reached the necklace box. I quickly stuffed it under the pillow. *BANG* I ran out of my room and see John coming down the attic stairs. "Clean that up." Pointing up the stairs. "I dont know where the broom is."
"Then find it damn it! So fucking lazy!" I sigh and walk back to the truck.
      I scan around all the boxes and finally see the broom all the way in the back of the truck. I grab it and make my way to the attic. When I walk in there I see two boxes on the floor next to a broken picture frame. I pick the frame up looking at it. It's a picture of my mom and John on their wedding. They looked so happy together. I havent seen John smile ever since my mom died. "Hurry the fuck up! We have a lot of shit to unpack and you gotta make dinner."
"Yes sir."I quickly clean up the glass and continue grabbing all my boxes.
      I walk over to my bedroom window and open the curtain and window to let in some light and fresh air. I go back to unpacking and come across an old picture of my mom and I. It was a day we went to the fair, before she met John. We looked so happy. I quickly fold it and put it in my bedside table with my necklace. When the majority of the stuff in the house was unpacked, I started on dinner. I decided on grilled chicken and rice. I set the table and go find John.
     When I reach the top of the stairs I see John locking the attic. I quickly look down to the floor and place my hands to my side. "Dinners ready sir." He walks past me to the kitchen, opens the fridge and grabs a beer and sits down. I sit down across the table and slowly pick up my fork. "Your fat ass is gonna eat?" He says with disgust laced in his voice. I look down and slowly put my fork down. "WELL DONT FUCKING WASTE MY FOOD DAMN IT!" He slammed his fist on the table causing me to jump. I quickly pick up the fork and begin to eat. "You disgust me." He looks at me with disgust all over his face before sipping on his beer. When dinner was over I quickly washed and cleaned up.
     I ran up to my room before I could run into John. I quickly get dressed in a t shirt and underwear and walk over to my window. I have this night routine where I open my window and curtain to let in some fresh air and light. Im terrified of the dark and John wont let me have a nightlight because I'm too old. As I was opening the window I noticed a boy around my age sitting on his bed on his laptop. I couldnt help but stare. He was so handsome. He had dark brown curly hair he was buff but not too buff. I heard John's footsteps coming up the stairs so I quickly jumped into bed. John flung the door open slamming it into the wall no doubt putting a hole into it. "You're nothing but a stupid whore." He slurs barely understandable. He walks in using the wall to stabilize himself. He walks up to my bed, I could see the hate in his eyes from the moonlight.I quickly look down to not anger him. "YOU SHOULDVE DIED NOT YOUR MOTHER! YOU HEAR ME YOU STUPID WHORE?!"
"Yes sir." I felt a sharp pain in my cheek. I didn't dare move. He grabbed me by my hair and ripped me out of my bed. He threw me down to on the ground and started kicking me. I tried blocking as best as I could but he wouldnt let up. I was starting to get lightheaded but he stopped and walked out the room. I slowly pulled myself up and climbed into bed.