Escape?

After Michelle's mom dies her dad goes into a depression for years. But when he comes out of it will everyone wish he didn't? When her nightmares get worse is there anything she can do to stop her fathers rage? Will her siblings believe her or leave her, she must find the truest form of life before hers is swept away like so many before her. Life is a puzzle.

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6. I had thought the worst was long over...

It had been two years since moms death and a few days, ok fine two years one month and thirteen days. I had thought that I would be able to by now forget how many days but every morning when I wake up it is like a reminder you set on your phone that tells me oh one more day away from mom and one less day to live without her.
Vincent has left, he moved to New Jersey for a 'special opportunity in investing' but we all know that living in the same house that mom did and touching the things that she did overwhelmed him. The only thing of hers that he brought with him was a picture of her on her graduation day, it had the tassel from her cap in the frame. Nobody complained because if that was what he wanted to remember her by then he should have it.
My other siblings have left as well, except for Johnny, he's still in school. Lily got married to Brent and they moved to Africa as missionaries. I haven't seen Lauren in ages anyway, in the last year the only times I saw her was when I felt like opening the picture albums. She wrote occasionally but she didn't come home.
Billy thinks I'm depressed because I'm alone too often but I know the truth, I'm depressed because even if they found a time when they could my family wouldn't come home. They would rather die first rather than coming back to the home that made memories come flooding back. They abandoned me and Derek with dad, who was becoming more and more unstable. I found I bottle other day.
I know what you are thinking, 'oh my god! A bottle?! Call the police!' Look I'm not crazy. It was an empty vodka bottle. My dad doesn't drink, and I know why. Vincent once told me that dad changed when he drank and I asked him how a person could possibly change? All he said was that he hoped I never had to find out.
I went to tell Derek, his friend was over but he could tell something wasn't right.
"Hey what's wrong?" Derek asked as he opened the door.
I held out the empty bottle, "it's dad's." I said quietly, his eyes went wide.
"Go put it back! What if he is looking for it?" He practically shouted. I quickly left and put it back where I had found it. I turned around and dad was there with another empty bottle in his hand, this time it was rum.
"Wha do yo thik yor doin?" He said with his speech so slurred it was hard to understand.
"Ummmm looking for my painting." I lied.
"Yo ar lien to me." He stated, "yor mothr coodnt ly eiter!" He walked past me to put the bottle with the other one. "I don wanna b hindered by this her bottle when I have to punish you." He smacked me in the face with his massive paw of a hand. My eyes began to water and my face stung he swore colorfully before kneeing me in the stomach. I toppled over onto my side, 'Derek where are you?' I thought to myself, I was on the verge of crying but after my mom died I hadn't cried since and I was proud of that fact but now I couldn't feel the pride just the pain.
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