Difference

Chapter fifthteen.

Blane Orson
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I watch as she walks in her house, I smirk at her. Getting back into my car, her aroma is full of it just like my room.

Driving home, I can't get rid of the smile plastered on my face. I pull into my driveway, and go up into my room.

It's pretty late, 12:30 at night and my house is completely silent.

I take a quick shower, trying to think of what to do on our next date. I know it may be early, well it definitely is early.

I've known her for almost 2 months, and even if we did hate each other for half of that, I know she's the one.

She's the first woman I've ever wanted around me, or let meet my siblings. The first woman, to ever not fall at my feet or to bicker back at me.

The first one to teach me how to Salsa dance, and to not judge me for my fathers actions. Most importantly, the first ever person to ever hug and take care of me.

This might sound crazy, and stupid but I am head over heels for this woman.

I've never been the type to like someone, or admit what I'm feeling. But with her, it feels safe too it's so different.

She's flipped my whole life and I know I won't get it back to normal, but I don't want to nor really need too.

It doesn't matter whatever my father thinks, he's to drunk the whole time to even notice.

If I ever do grow up and have children of my own, they won't know there grandparents from their fathers side. They'll know the aunts and uncle, but never their grandparents and I'll make sure of it.

Turning off the water, I get out and change. I'm absolutely exhausted, I brush my teeth and immediately get in bed.

The smell of Aliyah's scent lingers, beneath my sheets. Closing my eyes, I almost immediately fall asleep.
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Opening my eyes, I wake up to the voice of my siblings screaming. " Daddy no, let go of her! "

I jump out of bed immediately, running towards the sound. It's from downstairs, quickly running down the stairs I see my father on the ground with my mother beneath him.

Her face is almost purple, you could tell she wasn't able to breathe.

I grab my father off of her, swinging him to the nearest wall. I yell at my siblings, " Go upstairs now! "

They don't move, froze in shock. " Go, now! " I yell. This time they sprint upstairs and I hear the door slam shut.

I lift my mother to a sitting position to help her breathe, then turn to my father. " What were you thinking, doing this..especially in-front of all the kids?! "

" She is my wife, I can do what I want and when I want to! I don't care who see's, or who doesn't! " He stands up backing me up, I can't stand this any longer.

He puts his finger up in my face, I push him back letting him hit the floor.

I lean down to him, wrapping my hand around his neck. " You don't ever do a woman like that, or any much your own family! Father you raised me, you know what I am capable off. "

Pure fear comes to my fathers face. " I'm over being terrified of living with the thought one day I might come home, or wake up seeing my sibling or mother dead on the floor because you've been drinking! " I squeeze tighter.

" You are ridiculous and selfish, you are a grown man and a ' Father ' act like one! So let me tell you this, I'm going to give you 20 minutes to pack your things and go find yourself a hotel or a new home. Until you've proved to me that you can be sober and a good father, your not living here. " He nods.

I release, and help my mother up bringing her upstairs to my siblings.

" Stay up here for now, I'll get rid of him. " I shut the door, going back downstairs. Watching my father pack, had to be one of the greatest moments of my life.

It may have been adrenaline or anger, but seeing my siblings over my father strangling my mother angered my soul.

I couldn't take it any longer, it took my long enough. When my father is finally packed, he doesn't say a word to me but walks out silent.

His car turns right off the driveway, and leaves. Sighing, I hear my siblings frantic cries upstairs.

I've never yelled at them, ever. Are they scared of me? I didn't mean to scare them, I don't want them to be scared of me.

I walk upstairs and open the door, my siblings look up from my mothers embrace and bolt to me.

I sigh in relief, embracing their little bodies. I'm so glad that they weren't scared, but I know well enough that they were terrified of my father.

I've always tried to hide them away from him, that's why I yelled earlier. I didn't want them to see or hear what he was doing, maybe to shadow them from how bad of a father he was.

" Are you okay, Lane? " Brynn looks at me worried. I nod, " Yeah, I'm okay. Are you guys okay? "

They all nod, " We're okay. " I smile at them, " Okay then, you guys can keep playing now. "

They all run back to their toys, starting the play. Blaire heads back to her room, like normal.

Me and my mother walks down to the kitchen, " He's really gone, isn't he? " I nod. " He is, are you okay? "

She sits at the bar on the stool, " Yeah I am. Im relieved, but at the same time ashamed that my son was the one who had enough courage to kick him out. "

I lean on the counter, " I'd do it again, the only thing I'm ashamed about is that I didn't do it sooner. " She sighs. " You have nothing to be ashamed of, you done what was right and I'm glad you done it. Maybe we won't have to walk on our tip toes, or be scared we accidentally freaked open the kitchen cabinets. "

I nod, looking up at her. " Yeah, that'll be amazing. The kids will be able to play outside, and won't have to stay in their room all day. "

I see her lips curve inwards, her voice chokes out. " Im so sorry I wasn't there to take care of you, Blane. The kids even, I never had a chance to raise them up. You had to do it all, you bathed them, fed them, took care of them while there were sick, everything. "

" Hey, hey..it's okay I actually enjoyed taking care of them. They're like my own kids, I'd do anything for them. " I shake my head.

My mother couldn't get a chance to even speak without being shushed up, how could it be her fault?

For my whole life, my father has been my biggest tormenter and has been everyone else's in my family. They're should be no reason that a wife be fearful of her husband.

To love and to hold, is mentioned in marriage. One thing I've never seen in my lifetime, is my father hold my mother.

I'm sure they may have loved each other once, but never have held one another.

If I had to be in a marriage like that, I wouldn't want it. I'd leave it myself, because I'd rather be alone then make someone feel the same way.

A call comes through my phone, ringing in my pocket. I pick up, " Blane, Blane why in the world is your father shooting at my house? "
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