Apollo and Blade

(Sally's POV)

Sorry for any mistakes🖤

My life has always been hard, but when mom remarried when I was eleven, things became harder. I grew up in a semi-happy home. My mom and dad supposedly loved each other and gave me the world.

At around nine my mom and dad started to get into fights. I was too young to understand them, but eventually I understood. My dad had felt that my mom was being unfaithful, but mom said she wasn't. She swore. She used to leave late at night and come home late in the afternoon. She was never home.

One day my mom got caught doing drugs. My dad immediately packed our stuff and took us somewhere else. I had no idea what was going on, but I could see how devastated my dad was. It wasn't like I was sad to leave my mother, she never really cared for me.

We were only gone for three days. Then I was back at home with my mom. My mom called the police.

It looked horrible when I think about. My dad was a black man and my mom was a white woman. A black man took his son away from the white mother. You can only imagine how everyone pictured my dad. He didn't get locked up though.

Instead of ending the marriage, my dad stayed. If he had a divorce he knew mom would keep me from him. My dad wanted to keep a close eye on me. Mom still did drugs, nothing changed.

It wasn't long before my dad caught my mom in bed with another man. That man was her supplier . His name was Kell. Kell had been the man mom was cheating on dad with the whole time. When she didn't have the money for drugs, she let him fuck instead.

Dad couldn't take it anymore. The way mom treated him, the way she mentally and physically abused him. Dad had to get out of that house before he went insane, I could already see it slowly happen. I remember the day dad left. He had tears streaming down his face. He told me he wasn't going to leave forever. He told me he was coming back for me.

He never did.

I know he tried. I remember hearing mom cry to Kell telling him how she didn't want me to get taken away from her.

So like any other good boyfriend, Kell made sure I stayed. Kell murdered my father. In front of me. Dad had fought for me and it settled on co-parenting. Dad came to get me for his first week. This would have been the first time I'd seen him in two months.

I remember my mom putting on my coat and sending me down the stairs with a smirk on her face, to me it looked like a normal smile. It was rare for me to see her smile, and when she did smile, it seemed fake.

I didn't think much of it. I was too excited to see my dad. I had the brightest smile on my face. I had the many drawings I had made for him in my hand. I couldn't wait to give it to him. He loved when I made him drawings. Even if he barley knew what they were.

Kell opened the door for him. I couldn't even see dads face before Kell sliced his throat. Dad stood on his feet for a couple seconds, then fell. There was blood everywhere. I couldn't fully wrap my head around what had just happened so I stood still in my spot.

It wasn't until Kell repeatedly stabbed him. I started to scream for him to stop. I had charged at him, mom held me back as I screamed for my dad. Mom laughed in my face. Kell got away with the murder. I don't exactly know how, but he did. Mom claimed he was her hero for saving her from another black man that was a "dead beat" those are the words she told me.

I didn't attend my fathers funeral. Mom said no. My grandmother (my dad mom.) even came to the door to bring me, but again, mom said no and what mom says goes.

Not even a month later, the day after my eleventh birthday, my mom and Kell got married. The wedding was basically empty, there was nobody there, but us and a few of my mother cracked out friends and some of Kell's regular costumers. All together there was no more than 15 people. I was the only kid there.