moxie

part one

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"your son, David Marshall was found dead-" before the police officer had even finished the last word of his sentence I was pulled out of my body and was now watching my life from the above right corner like a horrible movie. I couldn't feel anything, I couldn't think about anything. I should've been feeling right then but the only thing I could do is watch as my troubled father, my pregnant mother and thirteen year old me burst into tears.

But I couldn't feel anything, I had a good reason to cry, but I didn't know why I was crying. I thought you needed emotion to cry but here I was crying but not feeling anything. Before I knew it I was back into my body and was being picked up.

I couldn't remember what I was doing while it was like I was watching a movie and all of my emotions were back I was confused, scared, upset, sad, angry, disgusted, and numb all at the same time. I was then carried into my parents room and we all cried ourselves back to sleep. My sleep that night was numb and dreamless.

I woke in the morning and wondered if my parents had slept the same. The month after my mother gave birth to my little brother and they named him "Chester Daniel Marshall." But I was always the one to take care of him.

Three months after he was born my parents started drinking and it soon became clear to me that drinking meant screaming and fighting. But I would never let Chester know any of that. I promised myself that he would never have the same life I had full of stress and sadness.

So I bought a pair of noise cancelling headphones that I had paid for with almost all of the money I was saving up and put them on him and played with him until they were done while listening closely in case things got to rough between them. I had never had to actually stop a fight between them until I was fourteen and a month years old. I had heard glass break and then just about everything went silent.

I wasn't sure who had hit who. I was scared but I kept a calm act as to not worry chester who was then a month away from turning one. I slowly get up and hold my hand up to tell him to stay there and that I will be back.

Once I had held my hand there for about five seconds and made sure he noticed and also understood what I meant, I slowly open the door looking around anxiously not knowing how escalated things were. I keep walking down the long hallway into the wide room outside. I slowly peered out from behind the wall hands shaking.

What I saw scared me so bad I couldn't feel my heart anymore. I walked out to see both of my parents laying on the floor stirring in their sleep. My mom had her arms around her head next to the bookshelf surrounded by broken glass.

My father was laying face up his glasses laying half off of his face also surrounded by broken glass. I assumed that a vase had fallen and my parents were both so drunk that they had just both laid down and passed out. The first thing I did was check their pulses with my Shakey fingers but I wasn't sure if it was their pulses or if I was feeling my own through my finger tips so I tried with my knuckles.

Both of their hearts were definitely beating and they were breathing right. Next I tried to see if they had any major cuts or bruises. I felt around their faces and heads to see if they stirred if I touched a certain spot and they didn't look like the broken glass had punctured them in any way so I decided that they were ok.

I then went to the large kitchen that I had taken the knifes out of just in case things got physical between my parents and grabbed the broom. I then walked to the front door and put some shoes on so that I didn't step on the broken glass that was on the floor. Once I finished getting my shoes on I slowly walked back to the wide empty room and started sweeping up the little pieces of broken glass being careful as to not hit either of my parents with either of the broken glass or the broom.

Once I was done with putting the glass pieces in the trash can I quietly walked back into the room that I had left chester in as to not Wake him up if he had fallen asleep or my parents in which I had left on the floor. I slowly creek the door open to find him sitting there nicely playing with one of those boxes that have the different shapes cut out of the lid and you shove the little shape blocks into the matching holes. I then walked up to him and take the noise cancelling headphones off of him and picked him up and put him in his crib to which he immediately fell asleep before putting a chair under the door knob Incase one of my parents got a little too mad.

I then walked to the window and slid it open before jumping out and closing it from the outside after making sure it wasn't locked. I then crawled across the roof to my own window and slid it open. I then crawled into my own room and set my alarm for nine o'clock the next morning before immediately passing out still in my day time clothes.

I then awoke the next morning to my alarm clock and figured that my parents had already gone to work that morning. I then got up and changed out of yesterday's day time clothes before climbing out of the window that I had accidentally left open the previous night. I then crawled across the roof not caring what the neighbors would have been thinking if they had seen me, for all I knew then I would be gone soon, I didn't know where I would be it just wasn't there, I also didn't know how soon soon would be.

I slid Chester's window open and climbed through. "Chester" I whispered softly while stroking his face to wake him up, after walking up to his crib. He woke up almost immediately and smiled at me, I remember being thankful he was in such a cheery mood.

"Hey little buddy!"I said quietly taking him out of his crib while he yawned. "Let's get you something to eat huh," I said while walking to the door moving the chair and unlocking it before stepping out into the narrow hallway. I then carried chester to the kitchen and placed him in the baby chair that was beside the counter before I walked to the cabinet hanging above the counter on the other side of the kitchen and pulled out one of those square baby food containers that had some potato colored mush inside even though it said it was pear flavored.

I then grabbed a spoon and flicked open the lid before walking over to chester and saying "okay buddy you want to feed yourself?" To which he nodded, I then placed the baby food and spoon on the little table that was connected to the baby chair and he began to eat it. But not how you'd expect a baby his age to eat it.

Not by digging his fists into it and shoving it in his mouth, but with the spoon while still clumsy due to his young age. He used to act really different than other babies his age in a lot of different aspects, almost all except speech actually. Once he was done I picked up the then empty baby food container and threw it in the trash can before grabbing the spoon and disconnecting the little table from the baby chair while saying "just a minute chet," before walking to the sink and rinsing off the little table.

The table didn't look like it had anything on it but better be safe than sorry. Once I was done I walked back to chester and reconnected the little table before pulling him out of the baby chair and carrying him to the living room. "Wanna watch a movie buddy?" I asked setting him on the floor with a pillow while I sat on the edge of the couch also with a pillow.

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