Attachment

Chapter 1: Moving

I'm looking out of the car window watching the rain wets the black asphalt, hearing Billie Eilish's new Album and moving my lips to the lyrics. 43 more minutes to drive. 

My stepdad recently passed away because of too much alcohol, which led to his death. My mum  met him at a bar two years ago. They got together after six days of knowing eachother. I knew my mum was dating someone, but I didn't met him in person yet. 5 weeks later she got pregnant, causing them to move together, he also wanted to marry my mum , but she wanted to wait. Right decision. I first met him on the moving day, he seemed to be a really nice person and I was happy for my mum. After 2 months, he really really wanted to marry her. He wanted to be a parent not only a dad, or something he said. So they got married. They had a small wedding but it was cute. Then everything got weird. He became more aggressive. It was strange. He was drinking very much, causing to a lack of money. He didn't brought much money with him, so all the money he spend on alcohol AND drugs, was my mums. Then, one day, he slapped my mum. I was standing next to them, saw the tears in my mums eyes and the anger in his voice. Then he left. I run to my mum and comforted her. She told me why they had argued with eachother. She lost her baby. She was crying. I hugged her and told her everything is gonna be okay. She told me that he only wanted to marry her because of the pregnancy and our money. I was out of words. I've never felt so much anger in me. Then she also told me, how abusive he was. I felt so so sorry for her and disappointed that i hadn't noticed. After he came back, 12 hours later, he was more aggressive then before.  In the meantime, he had beaten my mum more and more. Me too. But we didn't told anyone, we should have. When I was not home he tried to get my mum pregnant over and over again. My mum was working in a hospital, so she had acces to birth control pills. She didn't wanted to get pregnant. Not by him.  We both had bruises all over our bodies. But we still didn't told anyone. Two years and many bruises later, he died at 39 years. I was not sad about it. Is this a bad thing? I thought. But my mum thought the same way.

Now here we are, driving to our new home. Closing a chapter, opening a new one. I'm really excited. Five more minutes to drive. I'm looking at my mum. She looks so happy. We arrived. It looks so good. A few minutes later, after we walked through the house, we hugged eachother so thight. "I love you so much sweetheart" my mum said to me. "I love you more mum" I said to her. The door bell rings. I am opening the door. A women with long dark hair and green eyes looks at me. Next to her a man with brown hair and hazel eyes. He holds her back lovingly. "hi" she said. 

"We're your new neighbors, nice to meet you" I was too stunned to speak. She looks so pretty. 

My mum came next to me and said: "nice to meet you guys. My name is Marya, this is my daugher Alyssa"  

"that are so pretty names!! We're Savannah and Kevin"  she said.

Such a pretty name I thought. She was smiling at me. I looked down. 

"is everythink okay so far? do you maybe need help with a few things? my husband can help you guys out" 

I looked up again, noticing her belly. She is pregnant.

"aww that is so sweet of you, I think we'll just bring in the beds first and do the rest tomorrow." my mum said with a big smile on her face to them.

"okay thats fine we're here if you need something. I hope you guys are having a nice day!"

I smiled at them and my mum said goodbye. I have seen a lot of beautiful people, but she surpasses them all. My mum gave me a kiss on my cheek and asked me to help her bringin the beds in. I nodded. A few hours later we were going really happy to bed. I was so excited for tomorrow because of school.