It's Always Been Godfrey ||ROMAN GODFREY||

Introduction -1

I don't really remember much about that night. I remember screaming, lots of screaming, and I remember following the screams to the kitchen. It was my mom and dad, again. They never got along anymore. They should've just broken up already. My dad was abusive, and my mom was an alcoholic. I don't blame her. She only did it so she could remember as little as she could the next day.

At that point, it was less than a year until I turned 18, March 23rd, to be exact. Only about 7 months and 20 days left until I could move out, away from all this chaos.

I was about to turn around, but then I saw my dad open the drawer and pull out a sharp metallic object. My eyes were going blurry thinking, he's really about to do this, I felt dizzy, then my vision cleared up and I ran as he held the weapon up in the air, inches away from my mom.
I ran screaming, "DAD NO!" I pulled my mom back and stood where she stood just milliseconds ago. I stared at what seemed like... A stranger, in the eye.
"Who even are you anymore?" Tears formed in my eyes as memories from when I was about 8 came back to my head. My dad was the nicest, bravest, gentlest man on Earth.

But now, when I looked into his eyes, all I could see was a coward full of unnecessary hatred.
"You would really kill the mother of your own child, for what?" A tear rolled down my right cheek.

"I want out of this 'family', you both disgust me." My dad didn't move for a long, painful 3 seconds. He dropped the knife, and the clank sound of the metallic hitting the floor made me and my mom jump. Then he walked out of the kitchen. My mom went upstairs after about 5 minutes of calming herself down.

She came back downstairs with her eyes wide open, she looked traumatised.
"Mom? What happened? You look like you just saw a ghost!" I just about caught her before she fell to her knees with her eyes avoiding mine.
"He... He's leaving us," She finally looked up into my eyes.
"What do you mean?" I'd heard this before. Usually, my dad packed a backpack with his toothbrush, hair products, and a spare change of clothing. He'd always been a clean freak.
"He's leaving for real. He's got 2 whole suitcases full of his belongings!" She then broke down in my arms to the point I couldn't hold her weight, I carefully bent my knees to the floor, allowing her to do the same.

Dad came downstairs after about 5 more minutes with his backpack, wallet, and 2 suitcases. He didn't waste any time, did he? My eyes widened as I swore I saw him let out a slight grin, as if he was enjoying seeing us in pain. What the actual fuck? I thought to myself not allowing my mom to know I'd picked up the language they used in arguments when I was about 11. Did my own dad just walk out on me and my mom? I honestly couldn't believe it. Now I was fatherless- am fatherless.

It's been 3 months since dad left, and my mom started dating again. She's dating this guy, she seems to really like him, she hasn't let me meet him yet since she claims she's worried I'll be disappointed in her. I asked her why since I'm really happy she's found someone new, but she refuses to tell me.

It's been 2 months into her little relationship thing now and she's finally letting me meet him. I have social anxiety so I definitely won't be the one starting the conversation between me and the new guy, alcohol seems to fix that though, something else my mom doesn't know about me. I'm still excited to see him though.

I'm just laying on my bed on my phone scrolling through tik tok since I find it relaxing and therapeutic, except the scary ones with jump scares at the end, I get scared easily.
"Alison!" And there it goes, relaxing moment over. Ugh... thanks a lot mom.

I stumble downstairs still in the clothes I slept in since it's only 10:32am, just a white hoodie double my size with a sports bra underneath and some comfy pastel purple shorts. Although, you can barely see them under the hoodie. I walk through the hallway towards the front door and turn to my left since that's the entrance to the living room.

"Yes mom?" I say while looking behind me into the mirror to the right of the front door without even looking into the living room and impatiently waiting for an answer.
"Jeez Alison you could've at least put something on your legs if you aren't gonna get changed!" She says in a bossy voice.
Huh? She usually doesn't care what I wear while in the house.
"What? I have shorts on!" I look at her with a frown on my face and my eyes widen.

"Ugh whatever- Alison, meet Roman," I'm so surprised, he looks so young, I mean, I guess my mom is only 35 since she had me at 18 but come on, he looks 24 at the most. I have to admit he's really attractive though, he has the perfect nose, perfect cheekbones, and his eyes- Oh my god his eyes! They're almost emerald like.

Roman clears his throat and mutters, "Hey, it's nice to meet you," his voice is deep, sexy.
God no I can't think like that! He's my mom's boyfriend for god sake!
"Uh-" I panic. "Nice to meet you too!" I can't take this, I smile what I think seems nicely enough? I back up into the hallway until I'm out of sight and run back to my run shutting my door behind me.

I pull out my phone to see a notification.

From Jasmine 💜
heyy, u need a lift to skl tmr? X

"Hey, do you do need a lift to school tomorrow..." I read out loud to myself.

To Jasmine 💜
hey, that would be great, thanks! X

I put my phone down, turn over and bury my face into my pillow.