"So what happened? Why are you guys over here at 9:45pm?" she asked
"I don't know, I was just in my room trying to go to bed and stuff went down." I replied
"What do you mean?" She asked again
"i just heard fighting and a loud clap. Then my dad came running to the room and told me lets go."
My dad had walked in and sat on the couch. He was still crying, I tried asking what went down but no words could come out of my mouth. Right before i could say anything though my dad said, "Im sorry Bubba, but we are not going back in that household."
I questioned him,"Wait, what had happened and why arent we ever going back? What was that loud clap I heard? Did you hit her?"
"No, why in the world would i hit her? Me and her were arguing and I called her a B-word and she hit me. Not a slap but a punch. She punched me Bubba. She had no right to do that.", he answered me
He kept telling me what happened but I wasn't paying attention because across the street I could see two cop cars pull up. Thats why my dad asked me for my phone. I looked at him and thought how dumb he was for doing that. From the blinds i could see my grandma talking to the police. Over my inside voice asking What could she be saying I heard my dad tell me to go back over there and grab as much clothes for the both of us inside two bags. Accepting that we arent going to back over there in a while i opened the front door and started walking across the streets with only my socks on. I opened the front door to my house and the cops headed out the door as i held it open for them. I saw my grandma sitting on the couch and told her what heard my dad talking about and told her that im grabbing clothes and heading back. I walked into my room and pulled the only two bags i had under the bed.
I took one of the bags that felt like it had something in them and flipped it over. It was a two pictures of me and my mom. I grabbed all my pants for both school and to be out, and i grabbed as many shirts i could stuff in the bag. After i began to finish putting my dads stuff in the other bag. As I walked out of my room with two bags on my shoulder I grabbed my moms picture which said what a beautiful woman she was before she passed. I stood there looking a the photo thinking of all the things i could've said about her, and thought that i it wouldn't have had fit all in one photo.
I walked into the bathroom and grabbed all of me and my dads toothbrushes and our acne cleansing products. I stopped and look at myself in the mirror and thought how could this happen. Leaving the the house to go wherever ever my dad took us. He didn't have a car, how are we going to go anywhere. i grabbed my brush and started towards the front door. My grandma told me bye and be safe then gave me a kiss on the cheek. I walked out and looked at the stars in the dark sky and said Mother if you can hear me, help me please.
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Run Away
Non-FictionDon't you always miss the old days? In this story we reminisce the best way possible, by the fire