I'd spent such a great time with the boys, watching movies and catching up. Sitting in my living room, the house to myself, I had an old photo album of Nora's sitting in my lap. Pictures of me and my mom and my sister filled it up. Pictures of Brian. And in the front, a picture of me, Rosie, my mom, and my dad. The only other picture I've seen of my father. I had just been born.
He was an asshole. If he had stayed, my mother wouldn't have left. If he had stayed, my mother wouldn't have died in Afghanistan. If he had stayed, I would still be living with my mother.
I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I shut the album before tear dropped onto the pictures. Before I knew it, the rain started pouring down outside. I shook my head, not believing anything that I was thinking, my mind racing rapidly. I stood up from the couch abruptly and went outside, standing in the pouring rain, letting it wash over my dusty soul, hoping it might clean all the dirt away, but it simply made me feel lonely. I went inside of the house, grabbing my bag and wallet before heading down the street to the small corner store. Stumbling into the store, I went straight for the front desk. There was only one thing I needed, and it was one thing I told myself I would never buy. Cigarettes. I took the pack, ran back home. I didn't even change out of my drenched sweater and jeans. I simply sat out on the back patio with my best friend who would always be there.
Jack Daniels.
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A Drop in the Ocean
FanfictionShe didn't want to move to Australia. It meant leaving behind everything. Including her mom. It meant that things were changing.
