Faith:
"Why can't I live here with Matthew?"
"Faith this is not about to be another argument."
I groaned really loud before storming off up to my room and slamming the door. I grabbed an empty box and started tossing random shit from on my dresser into it. I dont wanna move. Summer just started yesterday after the last day of school.
Now i'm not gonna be able to have the summer i imagined because i'll have an obnoxious step brother to deal with and that alone, is just ruining summer already. My dad is letting my best friend Cassidy spend the night at our new house though. That was the only way he'd get me to start packing.
I looked in my dresser to make sure there was nothing left. I opened a drawer and saw a picture in the very back. I pulled it out and stared at it. It was my mom, Matthew and I.
Matthew looked about 14 and I was 9 I was in between the two of them, holding both of their hands. I smiled at that day. The last day I spent with my mom. The last day i ever saw my mom again.
My mom was sick. She never told us verbally how sick she was. She didn't want to scare us. But Matthew and I both could see it in her. She knew she wasn't gonna be around much longer. She was always taking pictures of us or taking pictures with us. My dad....my dad was never home.
He would come home at 3 in the morning. Drunk. Or he'd bring his friends over and make my mom cook for them, clean up after them and then he'd wake up the next morning like none of that happened.
One of those nights before my father got home i walked into my mom's room. I wanted to show her my new picture i drew. I walked to the side of her bed where i thought she was asleep.
"Mommy. Look what i drew. Mommy..."
Maybe she can't hear me. I'll just shake her.
"Mommy wake up! I drew something for you. Mommy?!"
I remember that my eyes were pouring tears. I ran out of the room and to Matthew's room.
"Matty! Mommy wont wake up!!"
"What?! What are you talking about?"
"Mommy! Sh-she wont wake up."
Matthew ran out of his room, me following closely behind. He walked over to mom shaking her gently. He then felt her face with the back of his hand.
"She's cold."
He took his phone out from his pocket and dialed 911.
"Yes. Uh umm my mom. She's cold, she wont wake up. She's not responding to anything...."
They showed up within 10 minutes just to let us know....she was dead. My dad soon showed up. He stormed through the house past all the paramedics. He came over and picked me up. I wouldn't stop crying. That night was when everything changed for me.
"Faith?"
"Hey Matty."
"You alright?"
I saw his eyes gesture down to the picture and he smiled a little bit. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and hugged me. Just like how he did the night mom died. He's always been protective of me. He was more of a dad for me than our own dad after mom died. He'd make breakfast, wake me up for school, watch princess movies with me.
"Im about to have a stepbrother."
"Well...we both are."
"Yeah but you dont have to live with him. Or deal with his asshole comments."
