A Voice Too Soon

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/Being young and hated sucks, but being rich and still having benefits of a weak and broke person is kinda bullshit in my opinion. There's nothing I can really do though./

I just lean in my chair on the front porch looking at nothing but an open field of grass. 

/Pretty boring out here/

I feel a hand land on my shoulder as it was my mother looking at the same stop I was looking in.

"Your father was a good man Chase. He helped a lot of people."

I look at her with an annoying expression.

"You keep saying that, but you never told me what he has done for anyone. You keep saying "You'll know when you know", but that doesn't tell me shit!"

She looks at me with a sad look in her eyes.

"Your right. I'm sorry."

I get up angrily.

"You know what!? This is why dad probably died because he probably got tired of your bullshit and killed himself!"

I notice a very sad expression on her face.

"Maybe so, but I know deep down he always loved me."

I take a breather and ignore what she said as I go down the hill to the swing set.

/She's so dramatic and filled with the illusion that my father was a good person. She doesn't tell me shit though and it's aggravating!/ 

I kick the dirt underneath my feet.

/She's a waste of space and nothing good comes from her./

I take a big sighing breath as I get up and look up.

"Maybe if dad was alive she'll shut the fuck up about all this nonsense of him being a hero."

I feel a gentle breeze blow through my hair as my head starts to hurt.

/Maybe I should calm down. I'm getting to hyped up over something worthless./

I get back into the house before dark settles and my mom is there in the hall with her hands closed together as she stares at my father's picture.

/She's a weird women./ "Why don't you find another m-"

She turns my way and cuts me off.

"There's never gonna be a man like your father Chase. So there's no point."

I roll my eyes and head to my room. After closing the door and slumping in my bed I look at the ceiling.

/School starts tomorrow and I'm really not interested in going; but as mom says dad [aid for my education and wants me successful./

I let out a huff and head to sleep.

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What feels like thirty-minutes I feel the sun rays poking my eyes awake from my sleep. Opening my eyes I see my mother widening the blinds.

"Oh my fucking god. Shut the fucking blinds dammit!"

I hear her painful sigh as she gently pulls off the covers. 

"Come on Chase. School shouldn't be that bad. After all you may meet new friends."

I roll my eyes trying to pull up the covers.

"Fine!"

I kick the blankets off of me and throws my pillow at her face. After eating breakfast and taking a shower I brush my teeth and rinse.

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