Summer Break

“Wait what!? Frankie.” Gerard said holding my shoulders and looked at me like his eyes were about to pop out of his head.
“I-I gotta go home.” I said and ran out the door to my mom. Oh god I wonder how she is feeling about this whole thing with dad.
I ran into my house and slammed the door and heard my mom on the phone talking to someone on the phone. She sounded like she was crying a lot before.
“Yes sir…..Ok….. Like I said, we were having a fight last night and he walked out of the house and left and I didn’t see him again…Ok..thank you…you too.” My mother hung up the phone and put her face in her hands and started crying uncontrollable.
“Momma?” I said walking over to her and giving her a hug “Shh momma it’s going to be okay. Can you tell what happened last night or do you need time?” She sniffled and dried her eyes and opened her mouth.
“Well your Dad came home from work late last night from overtime and I needed some money to pay for the phone bill because it’s about to be cut off. Well I asked your Dad and he started screaming at me of how I always ask for money and why don’t I get a real paying job. He didn’t hit me though but it kept on going on and on, and then I asked for a divorce and he walked out the door….. I didn’t know he could do something so cruel to those people or anybody. And the sad part is.” My mother paused and started crying even more “The sad part is.. He shot a little girl and she is close to dying.” My mom lost it after that and cried even more. I was shocked that my father was that evil to hurt people so innocent. I then felt tears start to pour out of my eyes uncontrollably.

I let go of my mother and ran out of the house. I didn’t know where my feet were taking me but I was going somewhere. After running and walking for about 15 minutes I stopped. I knew where I was now. I was at my old tree house my father built for me when I was 8. I haven’t been over here in forever.

I climbed up the old wooden ladder and sat on the floor. There were cobwebs everywhere and an old musty smell but I didn’t mind. It brought back memories when my father was a loving, caring man. Now he’s a cold hearted killer. I couldn’t control myself and started crying even more of how my father turned into the man he is today.
*FLASH BACK 6 YEARS AGO*
“Daddy’s home!!” I yelled out. I ran out of the door to my dad’s car in the driveway and saw him get out.
“Hey daddy!” My father didn’t respond back. He must of had a bad day at work. We walked in the house and my mother saw my dad and went back in her room. I thought I could hear the words ‘Your home.’ faintly as she walked away. I grabbed the drawing I made at school today for my father, off of the table and showed him
“I made this today at school for you.” I said grinning
“Oh.” My father said not sounding impressed
“Do you not like it?” My father didn’t answer the question so I said it again. My response back scared me.
“Frank! Just go! No one cares about the fucking picture!” My dad screamed at me. Tears started to rim around my eyes when he yelled at me for asking him if he liked the picture I drew especially for him. He never yelled at me like that, and I worked hard on the picture for him and I wanted to show him so badly all day. I ran to my room and shut the door and sobbed uncontrollably. I heard my mother footsteps walk pass my room to my father. I stopped crying and started listening to their conversation.
“What’s your problem?! He made that picture for you and was excited to give it to you, but you treat him like shit in return?? Look, be mad at me, ok? But don’t be mad at your son.”
“How about you just go shut the fuck up and go back to your room. No one gives a fuck about you either.” My father said strongly. I never heard him say something like that to my mother.
“Excuse me? Go fuck yourself. You’re just mad about me asking you for money so I could go get food for the goddamn family. Well you know what? Keep your fucking money and pretend I didn’t say a word because I'm not buying shit for you!” My mother said loudly. I never really heard her say that many curse words before.
After that all I heard was my mom and dad screaming at each other. I walked out of my room to try and stop them fighting.
“Will you guys please stop fighting!?” I said crying.
“Frank go now. This is mine and your fathers fight and you don’t need to get in it.” My mother said staring at my dad. I kept on going on and on about them stopping. After screaming my last statement my father got out of his chair and slapped me across the face and the head yelling at me to go. After he finished screaming at me he slapped me again on the face even harder. I was sobbing now and ran to my room. I couldn’t believe my own father hit me, and it hurt really badly too!”
I could hear my mother then say to my father “Don’t you ever touch my son again! I want a divorce.” And with that she walked to my room and got me and packed some of my things.
“Come on Frankie we’re leaving.” With that she grabbed her keys and we left.
*END OF FLASH BACK*
Even then my parents argued about money. After we left my house that night we went to a hotel room and stayed there and after 2 hours later my father called and apologized. My mother could always take an apology and forgave him and we went back home the next day. After that day I could never look at my dad the same way or even call him my dad anymore. He was more like a monster to me. Even if he did apologize to my mother they still kept on having the same fights where my mother would say I want a divorce but end up forgiving my dad and stay. Even when he abused me and hit me it was still the same. He would apologize to me and my mother saying he wouldn’t hit me anymore and my mother would still stay but I could never forgive him because he never kept his promises and all the apologies were fake and meant shit to me.

I got up from the floor and noticed the sun going down. Have I really been sitting here thinking for that long? Mom must be really worried. I climbed down the old wooden ladder and started my walk home. After about 30 minutes I decided to go to Gerard’s and tell him I was okay.

I knocked on the door and seconds later Gerard was there opening the door.
“Oh god there you are Frank you worried me. I talked to your mom and she said you ran off.” I couldn’t handle it anymore and ran to Gerard’s chest and hugged him and started crying. He put his arms around me immediately and was petting my hair.
“Shh Frankie its ok.” He kept on saying while he kissed me on the head. I stopped crying and wiped my eyes. Was it really going to be okay? My father is in prison and shot 5 people. I may not be able to look at him and treat him the same way but I still love him and don’t want anything bad to happen to him.
“I'm okay now Gee thank you.” I said lying to him. I wasn’t okay.
Gerard gave me a sad grin and hugged me again and gave me a quick peck on the lips. “I love you Frankie.”
“I love you too Gee.” After a couple of seconds of hugging each other I let go and said bye.
“Now, are you sure you are alright?” Gerard said looking at me concerned.
“I'm okay, trust me.” I said faking a smile. Gerard smiled back and I left to go home.

I walked through my house door and told my mother I was home and going to bed.
While I was climbing the stairs to my room the words I said to Gerard kept repeating.
‘I'm okay, trust me.’
‘I’m okay, trust me.’
‘I’m okay, trust me.’
I laid in my bed while the words were still repeating in my head. The last thing I remember hearing before I fell into a dreamless sleep was.

‘I’m not okay, I promise.’

Notes

Here is to make up for all the days I was gone. Wow 1,534 words! I hope you guys enjoy it and remember to subscribe, comment, and vote. I'll try to update tomorrow. It depends on how much homework I got. Have a lovely day!
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