A Summer To Remember.

Meeting Up.

I woke up the next feeling a bit better than the other day.
It's not nice almost getting rape, the feeling will stay there.

I wanted to meet up with Noah, so I decided to text him.
'Hi! Good morning!'

I got up and took a shower.
When I was getting dressed my phone rang.

It was from Noah.
'Hi there! Good morning' he texted.
'Would you like to meet today?' I texted anxiously.
He texted immediately, ' Yeah I would love that!'
'Great! But can we not go near the beach?' I texted.
'Okay, we'll go to the park. The one in the other side of town' he replied.
'That sounds great! What time do you want to meet?' I asked.
'I don't have anything to do today, so when you want' he replied.
'We'll meet in an hour?' I asked.
'Yeah that's good! I'll see you near the park' he replied.
'See you!' I texted.

I went in the kitchen and made something to eat before I left.
It was time to go so I put on my shoes and went out.
I started walking to the park.

He was already there waiting for me.
He was wearing grey sweatpants and a black shirt.
I couldn't help but think about how cute he was.
When he saw me he smiled and waved at me.
I waved back.

'Hi!' I said as I approached him.
'Hi!' He said.
We started searching for a bench to sit in.
We finally found one and sat down.

'So, how are you today?' He asked as he looked at me.
'I looked at him and said ' I'm much better than yesterday. And how are you?'
' I'm good now that you're feeling better.' He said as he smiled.
I smiled back.
'Oh shoot, I was going to forget that I promised you' he said.
'What did you promise?' I said confused.
'I promised you to tell you about my life.' He said.
'Oh, yeah. You don't have to if you don't want to.' I said as I looked at him.
He smiled, ' No it's okay, as I said before I really trust you!'
I smiled back.

He began telling me ' so, I never really had a nice childhood where the mother and the father would play with their child or love their child. When I was eighth years old, my mother committed suicide. Nobody really knows the reason, she didn't leave a note or something. Because of that my dad always blamed me for her suicide and from that moment on, he made my life a living hell. Everyone who knew our family knew about mom's suicide and how my dad blamed me. I was always being bullied in school or in the streets. Every time someone sees me they would scream 'oh look! Its the boy that made his mom kill herself!'. I used to cry myself to sleep everyday.'

Tears were streaming down his face.
I looked at him and hugged him.
He hugged back tightly.
'So much more stuff happens, my life hasn't really begun!' He said as he looked down.

He continued ' my dad used to beat me up when I make him mad. Ofcourse I'll make him mad. I was only ten years old! By the time I was fourteen i could- '

He stopped talking and started staring.
'Are you alright? I asked while looking at him.
'I can't believe it! After all this time! He's there' he said. His voice sounded so shaky.
'Who is here?' I asked.
'My father' he said as tears were streaming down his face.