cruel summer

Prologue <3

Athena

my parents named me after the goddess Athena of wisdom and war, I don't know how to feel about the wisdom part but the war part they should have seen as a sign. My mum died when I was 12, more accurately she killed her self and left me with him. Now, as I don't have any siblings, I live alone with my dad. Alone with my Dad.

I used to stay up at night listening to them fight wondering what happened to that happy couple smiling at there wedding. I don't know how long that happy couple lasted but I don't think they were ever in love. One night about a year before, I was sat at the top of the stairs listening to them when I heard him hit her for the first time. I froze, I knew they didn't love each other but I never thought he would do that to her, she struggled enough as it was with bi-polar disorder she would have regular episodes and he just couldn't understand and he just made it worse until she stopped trying to prevent the inevitable. She could have just him, left I would have been mad sure but I knew it would've been for the best but instead she left the world without a word. With out a note. In the care of my father, knowing eventually he'd move his target practice to me. Thanks mum.

Growing up I had my best friend Logan Keery he lived on my street as long as I can remember. Our bedrooms were facing each other so as kids we used to right messages to each other, it was one those friendships you think will last forever. Our parents were friends before everything happened, we used to have sleepovers all the time talking about what we'd be like in the future, watching the stars from his garden. We were childhood friends and I adored him, at the time he was the one person who when we were together, he payed attention to what I was saying and what I was doing. He made me feel heard.

Realistically I know we're we're only kids but he was perfect at the time everything I needed. Everything I need now.

After his Dad left he stopped talking to me, became cold and distant. I though it was a faze but it's been like that every since. I'll walk past him in the halls at school and his friends will make a comment at me he'll just pretend I don't exist. He never told them to stop so I just started avoiding him to prevent my heart breaking anymore than it already has, it's broken enough for Logan Keery.

Or I'll see him coming home from god knows where at ungodly hours in the morning and watch him from my window as he smokes a joint outside and just stares out into the distance with a blank lifeless expression.

Once I swore he looked at me up at my window but he was high or drunk, probably both, so I didn't dwell on it too much. He didn't miss me, why would he. The only time he was spoken to me in the past 5 years was when my mum passed.

Flash back

I didn't feel anything. I couldn't, The second I show him I'm weak he'll retaliate. I tried to control my breathing, steadying it. It had been a week since I  found my mum dead on the bathroom floor. My dad had just gone out to the pub to get drunk witch had been everyday this week, I don't even think he's asked me how I'm holding up or anything.

I'm stood in the Kitching trying to get food before he comes back, when I heard a gentle nock on the door. I knew it wasn't my Farther because he was anything but gentle so i walked over to the door and sceptically opened it. It was him.

There stood my former best friend Logan Keery, we hadn't hadn't spoken in over a year now. How do things get so messes up in the space of a year. He hasn't spoken to me since his Dad left. I just stood there limb and confused, why was he at my door?

"Hi" he said quietly, shuffling around a bit clearly uncomfortable. "Hey" I said trying to sound as normal as possible, I know it probably doesn't matter anymore but I don't want him to worry about me, he always put others before him self.