Chapter 17

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Amir
(A year before his death)

"What the hell is wrong with you? You do stupid shit all the fucking time!"  My dad yells.

He wasn't yelling at me but at my mom in the other room he was so loud I could hear him all the way from my room in this big house.

They were arguing about some investment my mom made for their business. Money, it was always about money with them. It's dangerous when people have too much money they make it their sole reason for living and stay hungry for more not caring about the consequences or who they hurt in their trail of greed.

Love and business should never mix my parents were a prime example of why it would never work. Although I wasn't sure  if they had love mixed in anymore. My dad had a short temper but he had never hurt my mom.

until now...

After I heard a crash I run to their room to find my mom on the ground holding her face crying. My dad was just standing there with a panicked look in his eyes.

Before I could say anything to him he leaves slamming the door. And once I heard the front door slam I knew he had left the house, I sigh going over to my mom trying to make sure she was okay.

"Ma?" I say crouching down to where she was on the ground.

      "I'm okay just go get my pill for me please." She whispers looking up at me. she was still crying and he right eye was starting to swell.

     "You know you don't need them, you remember what happened last time."

      Last time she took her anxiety medication she had a break down and passed out she didn't wake up for two days I thought she was going to die.

     "Just get me something okay I just wanna go to sleep I'm tired, I'm so tired." She cry's and I take her into my arms trying to comfort her.

"It's okay mom I'll figure this out you don't have to stay with him, We can leave."

"Oh my sweet Amir I wish it was that easy."

"It will be okay I have a plan." I planned to leave if it ever got this bad.

     "Just lay down I'll go get you a melatonin and a ice pack." I guide her to lay down on the bed and leave to get everything

       By the time I got back to the room she was already starting to doze off I set the pills down and put the ice pack over her eye.

"I love you my baby boy you always take care of me." She says sleepily holding her hand out to caress the side of my face.

"I love you too, just get some rest."

I was the child but I    always got caught having to take more care of them than they did me. They never even had my younger brother around he was always gone away some where as of now he was at some private boarding school for gifted students.

He was only twelve he should be able to spend time with his family.But I think it's probably better this way I didn't want him to go through what I'm going through now.

While she was sleeping I started packing a bag to leave for me and her but by the time I was finished my dad had come back to the room. 

"What are you doing?"

"We're leaving." I say bluntly.

"What do you mean leaving what's wrong?" He asks confused.

"You hit her."

"Oh it was just a playful bump she's fine, you're always over reacting."

He goes and taps my mom on the shoulder waking her up.

"Oh honey you're back, come lay down and get sum rest it's late she pulls him."

"I will just tell Amir that you're okay." He tips his head towards me.

"Oh baby I'm fine we were just messing around."

     I look at her with confusion mixed with a little bit of betrayal. It was like they had secretly communicated something with each other and left me out.

"What?"

    "It's getting late,  go to bed you have school in the morning." She says changing the subject. I stand in disbelief of the situation looking between my parents to see if they were serious.

Once the realization hit I leave going back to my room and slamming the door. which made my father throw a scolding yell from down stairs about slamming the door in his house.

       My efforts were useless they never fail to remind me of what I really was, just a kid a weak naive kid who didn't understand the concept of adults and how they worked. 

      It was like everything I saw wasn't as bad as it seemed like it was okay but it wasn't, right? This wasn't normal it couldn't be.

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