Drew

Chapter one

Anxiety is a bitch. There is only one thing that is on my mind. That is, if my father ever comes near me again, I will not hesitate to beat his ass. His old sick twisted mind. I can only hope to not be like him. I'd rather be dead than end up like him. I made it so if that ever happened, I wouldn't hurt anyone. Even by hurting myself to keep people safe. Not physically, but mentally. Even if it meant to break a few hearts. I could not bare with myself if he ever touched her. I'd kill him.

Lets just hope I won't have to...

I was working at Verizon. Having to quit my old job to make sure I didn't run into her, I got a new job. The perk of this job is getting a nice discount on service, but the thing is, I don't have anyone to talk to. I pushed everyone away.

I was stocking up the phones on the racks and I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"It would be a damn shame for you to spend your lunch break alone, my friend." I turned around and it was my friend, Hayden. When I got off for lunch he and I went to the food court and got some pizza.

"How'd you know where I worked?" I asked.

"Dude. I work in the mall too. I see you and your miserable ass sitting at the counter looking like you just watched the titanic 5 million times." I sighed.

"You know he got out right? He could be looking for me, or worse. My brother." Hayden looked at me.

"You know she misses you right?" He said. I looked at the ground.

"She shouldn't. I'm not worth being missed." I said.

"Dude, cheer the fuck up. I can't deal with your petty ass. She fucking misses you and I know you miss her." He said.

"I gotta get back to work. We can talk later." I said and left. Hayden sighed.

After work I was walking to my car. I saw my little brother waiting for me. I haven't seen him in over 5 months. He ran to me and hugged me.

"I missed you Drew." He said. My brother is 15, but he will always be a child in my eyes.

"I missed you too Davy." I said. Our Aunt decided to let him stay with me for a while. I don't know if that was the best idea, but hell. I needed someone to talk to that would listen.

My brother and I were sitting at the table and he looked at me.

"The last time I saw you so sad was when I left to live with Aunt Claire. What happened?" He asked. I sighed.

"You remember that girl I brought over last summer?" He looked at me with a puzzled look. "Well, it all started that day she came over." I continued to tell him the story. By the end, my eyes could barely stay open. David had no idea our father was out of prison. "Ever since, I swore that if he got close to someone I care about, I will not hesitate. He will not ever touch us ever again. I will do what ever it takes to keep him away from you. I don't want you to go through what I did." I said.

"And mom?" He asked. Our mother never loved us, she was just too caught up with drugs to care about us. She died a year ago because of an over dose. I looked at him with dry eyes. I uttered the words without hesitation and without emotion.

"She's dead." He looked at me. Why do I have to live this life? Why was I brought into a world where I will never be loved? But for any god forsaken reason I am, I push them away? I need answers. But my questions are little too complicated to answer.

The next morning I got up and took a shower. I remember this time about 4 months ago, I was standing in this very spot with her. I got out and dried my body. I got dressed in my uniform, I brushed my teeth and headed to work. This was my morning for the last 3 months. Never got a break, or if I did, I insisted working. I needed to be out of my house. My brother had gone to some of his old friends houses while I was at work.