Slow fade

7

Presley pov:
I woke up to the sun shining through my window. I had a feeling today was going to be a bad day. I headed to my shower and got in and let the water roll down my back. After my skin turned a slight shade of red I decided I should probably get out.

It's been a week since the whole party incident. Bill has tried calling me and texting me but I ignored them. I didn't need or want his pity. I really needed to go talk to my mom today.

I dried off and put lotion on and then got dressed. My stomach started making noises. I knew I needed to eat but we only had beer in this house. I wanted to go talk to mom today so I headed to the living room to head out. But before I could make it my dad grabbed my wrist.

" where do you think you're going?"

" out"

He slapped me hard across the face. I knew the Tone I had given him was rude but I felt as if he didn't deserve respect.

" you're tone is unacceptable. I'm sick of your attitude."

I stood there with my back pressed against the door. The knob was digging into my back again.

" you know what I want you out of my house by the end of the day. Get your shit out and leave."

He hit me against the face again.

" I don't have anywhere to live."

" that's you're problem not mine."

He left me there stunned at this. He walked back to rot on the same couch he sits in everyday for hours. He'll eventually die on that couch I'm just counting down the days. I turned around and placed my hand on the knob.

It was pretty outside today. I guess I have to look for a new place to live but the only place I can afford is the street at this moment. I'll need to find a job today to bring in some money.

I closed the door and headed to the direction of my mother. I had t seen her in a couple days and she was due a visit. I walked the 3 miles and eventually I arrived.

" I'm back mom. Dad kicked me out so now I have to find somewhere to live. I don't know how since he never gives me money unless it's for his beer."

I sat down and traced my finger over the words engraved on her headstone. I wish I could go back to when I was 5. That was a good age. My dad was kind, my mom was still around, and I had friends.

When my mother died all of my friends slowly faded away from me. They said I was to sad and depressed and they didn't want to be around it.  How can you not be sad when your mom died. How can you not be depressed when your father blamed you for it.

I heard some leaves crunching and I saw someone else was here doing the same thing I was. I've never seen anyone out here so it was strange. I've always been the only one. I just hope they didn't hear me.

" mom I miss you. If I could of taken your place I would. You were a good mother. We all miss you but we are all together and we talk about you still. Like how you use to dress me and Tom alike but you stopped when we got upset cause we kept getting called the wrong name. You were so sad that day. I'm sorry you couldn't see the way we turned out. Maybe if you were still here Tom wouldn't be so mean. He was a mommas boy and we all knew it."

I turned my gaze and saw it was bill. He didn't have a mother anymore either. I guess we're more similar than I gave him credit for. He was getting up so I put my head down hoping he didn't see me.

" Presley? Is that you?"

I slowly lifted my head up to face him. He wasn't crying he was smiling. Usually when someone comes to a grave they don't smile.

" hey bill"

" do you mind if I sit with you?"

" if you want to"

He sat down next to me and didn't say anything for a while. I enjoyed the silence it was peaceful. The wind started picking up and the leaves around my moms grave started circling. Was mom trying to tell me something? Did she know bill? Did she want us to be friends?

" that's so cool it's as if your mom is giving a sign that she's still here."

" yea that happens sometimes."

Something about bill being there was comforting in a way. I still didn't trust him though and I was not going to open up to him.

" do you come here often Presley?"

" sometimes."

" my mom died of cancer. It was really hard on all of us. She was a kind and caring woman. She would of done anything for us but the day she took her last breath broke me but it broke Tom the most. He would kill me if I told you that so don't repeat it please."

" trust me the last thing I want is a conversation with Tom."

Bill laughed at my comment. The smile slowly faded from his face and I could see another emotion on his face.

" he use to not be like this you know. Just give him some time and he'll come around. He's a tough one to understand."

" most people are that's why I don't take the time to get to know them."

" it's getting really cold would you like me to drive you home?"

" I got kicked out today so I currently don't have a home but I'm looking for a place.

" I'm so sorry Would you maybe like to come to my house and stay until you find somewhere?"

" I'll be fine bill that's kind of you but I'll only be a burden but I have some money saved up so I should be able to find somewhere soon."

That was a lie currently I have $10 to my name but I couldn't let him know that. No one needs to know about my struggles financially. If I were to go to his house I'd only be a problem and I can't be a burden more than I already am.

" I'm not leaving until you agree to come with me. I know you don't trust people and you have every reason but please just let me help you."

" fine"
Bill put his hand out waiting for me to take it and I did. I wasn't excited about this but at least I wouldn't have to see my dad again today.

" hey bill do you think maybe tomorrow we could go and pick my things up from my house. I don't have much but I do need my clothes."

" of course now come on let's go get you something to eat!"