Run Away

Wake up Call

Over the sound of the rumbling ceiling fan you can hear the sound of arguing. My father and grandma are always fighting. This time I can overhear them yelling about,"Next time you want to go out and drink, you should put that money to paying some bills around here".

It's always the same thing, I just sit back here in the room me and my dad share. His name is Martin and I'm named after him, he barely got out of jail 9 months ago for reason unspoken of. He was in jail for 2 years and over that time I've really forgotten about my father. Since the 9 months he's been here I haven't gotten to talk to him, I'm usually just in t.v. room playing video games on my computer. I guess it's my fault I don't want to talk to him because he left my mom to go be with another woman and start another life. He left mom when I was about 7 but behind our back he went to be with his girlfriend, then after he got her pregnant he left us. I really don't like to think about my mom since while my dad was in jail, she passed away. She was such a beautiful woman, now all I have is memories of her.

While daydreaming the sound of a punch breaks my lost of thoughts and I hear my dad come rushing to the room. Tears coming down his face he tells me to get my phone out and he dials 911 on my phone. He grabs my hand and we rush out the house to across the street to where my great-grandma lives. My dad rang the door bell and she came to open the door."What's wrong?".
"I have no idea gamby", I reply, " Me and my dad just rushed out of the house."

"Well come inside it's cold out here".

[Authors Notes]

If you think I should continue with my story please leave a comment. Also this is just a first draft, please don't mind the errors.