Lifetime Love

 4 Years ago in the 6th grade...

"Come on please talk to me." I spoke with a whining voice I've been trying to get him to talk to me for the past two minutes now and I have gotten as far as nothing. I try to catch up with Caleb but he keeps speeding up trying to escape from me like I had a deadly disease that could be passed from just talking to me. When I finally caught up to him I grabbed him by the collar choking him a little he tried to pull away from my tight grip but I tighten it so he wouldn't break loose.

"Let me go!" He spoke in a harsh voice that made me feel angry because I didn't even do anything to even get him this pissed. I look in his eyes to see that he was in so much pain and he was hurting badly not physically but mentally. My anger forms into sorrow towards him I know how he is feeling right now this happen to me two years ago with my father. He had died coming to my ballet recital. He was on his way but before he left to go he had to go pick up some flowers for me because he always did no matter what the occasion spelling bee, school concerts, school plays, and etc. He was about to make a right turn when a huge truck crashed into the driver side of his car and by the time the paramedics came he had lost a lot of blood and didn't make it. He was dead. After my recital I was upset that my father didn't addend  and  was really pissed. The whole way home was like a sad scene because in the driver seat my mom was crying the whole way home and my sister was trying to comfort my mother and obviously holding back tears but you can see them forming at the rim of her eye lids. When we finally got home mom sat me down in the living room after she made my favorite meal and let me have some ice cream. She gave me the pre speech about how death happens to everyone no matter how much you don't want it to happen then she hit me with the worst news a girls that was attached to her dad can ever hear. I cried so loud that the neighbors could hear and one even came to check what was going on. I try to forget about that awful day but sometimes when I'm sad I think about my loving dad and then remember. I was a walking ticking bomb a simple word could just set me off. After a year of therapy which I really needed I wasn't a wreck anymore but my mom was worst everyday. She even fell to drinking and was always drunk and she would stay in her room most of the time. She still haven't gotten over the death of my father. My sister Ashley and I would never see her anymore and when we do we would try to avoid her because we would never know what she would do or say. We missed our caring loving mother we use to have. But that was all gone just like my daddy.

"Caleb!" I said in a strict tone. "Stop trying to avoid me I'm just trying to help."  His head was turned away from me and when he heard the words "Trying to help." He turned his head furiously and his blue eyes drill into my brown eyes.

"Help! You want to help me! You know what... if you can bring back my mother from the dead then that would be great!" His tone sounded harsh and sarcastic. I open my mouth to reply to what he said but at first I couldn't say anything.

"I...I can't bring her back bu-" Before I could get anything out he had cut my off and already had started talking again.

"Well you wanted to help and that's all I wanted and you couldn't help me with that." He stopped for a brief moment before he started up again. "If you really wanted to help you would take your annoying ass and get lost and stop being all in my fucking business and find someone else you can annoy." He bitterly replied. I felt like I've been stabbed in the heart it pained me that one of my best friends just came out and said some really hurtful words and might have meant it. I could fell water forming in my eyes but I wouldn't let a tear drop I have to be strong even though he said some hurtful words. He looked at me with hatred, pain, anger, and sadness all at once and that made me even more hurt.

"But... but...but we're best friends Caleb. You don't mean it your just hurt and angry I get how you feel I was just like this when my dad died." I try to convince him that he was hurt and how he should just talk about his feeling with some who cares but he didn't seen to want to talk at all.