Stay With Me // ON HOLD

8

Troy

I enter the bus and take a seat, the one furthest away from live souls. Usually, I sat at the front, next to Josh but I couldn't even bear looking at him. The bus was noisiest on the way home, so I had to sit for two whole hours listening to some girls complaining about instagram crashing down, or boys bragging about some girl they kissed.

This time I was glad to be alone, I wanted to sit and think for a while.
I think about every second I spent with Emma. Feeling her body against mine, her dirty blonde hair brushing her cheeks. I remember playing with her hair while she was in my arms.

I sit on the bus thinking about one of my best moments, in general. Only a few thoughts pop up and I get a flashback of my sixth birthday party.

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Make a wish, Hun, anything you'd like.
My mom's smiles pushes her cheeks all the way to the top. Her eyes start crinkling from the sides. This was the last time she was that happy.

I close my eyes, gently and think of anything I wanted. Back then, I had happiness, I didn't need to wish and dream of it.

I wish for a sibling, a sister especially. I wanted to know how it felt to love and take care of a girl. I wanted to know what they usually thought of, so that I could impress my future girlfriend.

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I unlock the back door carefully and try to tip-toe to my room. I take a few steps until my mom appears, "We need to speak," she looks at me with deadly eyes, I could just feel it in her soft voice. I turn my head around, slowly. Not sure what surprises await me.

"This is a very important matter," she starts making gestures with her hands," I've been hiding it for a little while," she mutters, "Follow me," before my brain can process what just happened, my mom was out of the kitchen and taking a seat next to Mark in the living room. 
I limp towards her, hoping that maybe she'll care enough to ask about my leg, but nothing.

She starts smiling at Mark and all I could think of was,"Seriously?" I take a seat, slowly.
"Well we've decided to move out of town and go somewhere else. We're going to move to New York City and live there, because there isn't anything in this town," I couldn't believe what she was just saying. I didn't want to move, "but only Mark and I are moving. We're going to change the house to your name and we're going to come back every few months for visits." She smiles at me, almost like she was enjoying the fact of leaving her own son behind.
Then mark starts speaking, and I feel myself trying so hard to resist the urge to stab him in the face with a knife. "We're going to call you to make sure you're okay and we can also book you tickets to come visit us," his voice was so deep, I didn't even know someone could have a voice that deep. Before I do anything stupid, I run to my room and lock the door.
Then I start packing my bags, making sure I leave nothing behind. I think about what happened, then I come to a conclusion that they won't ever miss me.

After my bags are all ready and packed I double check the room that I haven't forgotten anything. I search, carefully and find a blue, glass statue of a dolphin that my mom gave me as a kid. I hold it in between my hands and stare at it for a few moments. Before I even realize what happened, there was shattered glass all over the floor.

I unlock my door and push the heavy bags down the stairs. I didn't even care what happened, I just wanted to leave this house.
My mom was about to get run over by my bags, when Mark pulls her away. I could see him whispering something into my mom's ears that sounded like your son is crazy!

"Where are you going!" My mom pulls my face to right, so that I can face her. I stare into her deadly eyes that were once all I needed for safety. Her mouth that all it spoke once were calming and inspirational words.
I look at her now. This isn't my mother that once cared about me, not even close.

"I'm leaving," I smirk, " I thought that's what you wanted?" I don't wait for her to answer I just unlock the door and leave, despite the fact that I have no idea Where I'm going.