The Boy With Wings

Chapter 7 ~ Battle of Concience

September 3rd, Our lives completely changed. Now, I get to make a choice. Continue on with my dreams and travel the world, or, give it all up and be there for my family. To be honest, I was terrified. I, Romeo Winters, for  once in my life, had no contingent plan for this, and I was terrified.
For the first time in four years, I cried. My tears flowed down my face. Amazing how the one who made it so I couldn't cry, was the one who made me cry. I reached out to my boss and explained what was going on, and clocked out.
I had finally stopped crying and drove to my mothers house. While driving I called Adrian and explained what was going on. He stated he was on his way and hung up.
I made it to my moms, and no one was there but the two girls. I told them to go to their rooms until mom got home. They started to get scared and cried. I hugged them until they stopped crying and sent them upstairs. After 40 minutes Adrian arrived. I kissed him on the cheek, hugged him then began to sob. He guided me to the couch and layed me down on his lap. He scratched my back and played with my hair as I cried and we waited for my family to arrive.
Finally, after I finally stopped crying, my mom and older sister walked in. I walked up to my mom and we both began to sob. The feeling of betrayal we felt from the coward of a man that was supposed to be a father.
Father, that word began to have a bitter taste in my mouth. It tased like betrayal, cowardice, failure, pain, and bitterness. Interesting how words can have tastes, smells, even vibrations.
After sobbing with my mother for ten minutes I went back to Adrian and laid on his lap like a dog. He played with my hair as I thought about my choices. At that moment I knew what I needed to do.I was gonna be taking on a lot of responsibilities for a 20 year old. I AM GOING TO STAY. I will fight for my family.
At the age of 20, on September third I made the decision to not travel the world, ut instead move in with my mother and older sister, and help raise my two teenage sisters.
That Saturday we had a big celebration for Adrian's birthday. We danced and sang. We made a big cake, that Skittles and Mags, our beautiful dogs with appetites of starved lions ate half of.
Then there was Dahlia's Birthday, she turned thirteen. The world kept rolling even though we were dealing with divorce, trals, and pain. Everyday was chaos but overall our home was more peaceful. Did we have our own toxic traits to work on, heavens yes, but the most toxic of them all were gone. My mother and I decided to the buy the house which took a hot minute, as did the divorce.
I had began talking to this guy, younger than I liked but he was really sweet and had a good heart. We talked everyday for three weeks. We finally got to meet when  he came to my birthday party. He made me happy to be honest, and I liked being close to him.
My mother had gotten a bunch of friends together to make up some of the tattoo money I had to use to help pay for the divorce.  That night after Jacob had gone home, at 3:33 AM, He had asked me to be his boyfriend, and of course I said yes, I really liked him.
The next couple weeks we spent several days together, we hadn't kissed for the first two weeks because I wanted him to be comfortable. I was his first kiss I wanted to make it spectial.
We had spent the day singing karaoke and playing games. After a long fun day with his family, I grabbed his hand and we walked out to my car. I loved holding his hand, it was warm and soft and made me happy. When we walked out it began to snow, I grab his waist and make him face me. I state clearly, "I am going to kiss you now." I started to move forward, and he moves back, his heart races as the snow falls around us. I pull him closer as my course lips hit his soft ones. Time froze as we kissed and my hand slid to the crick of his neck, making the kiss more intense. I could tell his eyes were still open because his eyelashes brushed my cheek. After what felt like a life time we backed away from eachother. "Now that wasn't so bad, now was it?"
He giggled, "No, in fact it was really nice."
"I am honored to be your first kiss."
"And I am honored to be your boyfriend."
We both giggled as I grabbed his cheeks and rubbed our noses together to give him an eskimoe kiss. Then he pulled me closer and kissed me. My heart fluttered.
On New Years Eve, We sang and danced. Oh to dance with one's boyfriend was a magical feeling. As he was my first boyfriend ever. At midnight we kissed, but even better we kissed under the mistletoe. What a magical time.
Months later he was there as my mother and I signed on our house. He held my hand as I was nervous. Our relationship lasted five months. A lot had happened in that time as my family was on a journey to find ourselves. Jacob and I knew that we would end eventually but we had come to outgrow each other.