Runaway

The Past

Anthony

I watched as she ran through the hall and heard the door slam shut. I wanted to run after her but I think I did enough already. I need to give her space and let her do her thing. She's already mad at me as it is.

"Why did I do that!" I yelled while punching the wall.

I heard footsteps going up the stairs, it was my dad. He's probably gonna ask me what's wrong and try to give me terrible advice.

I quickly schooled my features and relaxed.

He appeared through the doorway of the stairs a moment later with a questioning look on his face but I just shook my head and walked off. A moment later I heard my dad's footsteps go down the stairs and the front door close behind him.

I was alone.

Did I really want to be though? I mean no, but I didn't want to talk about it either. Ever since my mom left my dad said I've been distant, I haven't really been opening up to him like I've used to.

When I was younger I went to therapy. She was a nice lady, her name was Mrs. Schwade. I loved talking with her, but my dad pulled me out because we had to move here to Pennsylvania. It's pretty lonely here sometimes no one knows the real you or understands your problems. They all have their moms so they won't understand the pain of losing a parent. And I hope they never do.

Maya on the other hand is different. She's sweet and kind but closed off. I feel like she understands the pain I went through.

I just hope she will open up to us so we can help her.