The Opposite Of Love; ferard

1.9

one more chapter after this before the sequel (petekey)

i didn't leave his room, our room, for almost a week before his mom kicked me out of the house. she 'felt bad' about it, but she also blamed me for her son leaving. after that, i returned to school and avoided bert and mikey. i went to class and took notes and did homework, just enough to pass, but i didn't do much besides that.

and cry.

there was a lot of that.

~|~

i stood in front of my mom's house, shivering in the cold. i hadn't been here since christmas, since before it, and i almost laughed at the irony of it all. she promised that my heart would break, that the system would damn us all. 

and she was right.

i reached out to pressed the door bell, but stopped. 

i already knew what would happen if i pressed it, i knew what would happen when she opened that door; i didn't need her to prove it to me. i turned, treading carefully as to not slip. i never stood there again.

~|~

my father lived on the other side of town. he had constructed family in the ashes of a failed system, created a perfect life with perfect children and a perfect wife. he didn't struggle to make ends meet unlike my mother who blew her boss under his desk for pay raises.

no, he was a lawyer that always won, even when everyone knew, even when the crime was televised. he would walk out of the court room, all smiles and bribed judges and deep pockets. his perfect wife, his trophy wife, gave him three perfect children with perfect grades and perfect smiles. i was my father's mistake, his black sheep, his only child not an heir to his immense fortune.

so when you're kicked out of your soulmate's house, where do you run?

why, you run to your father how never once paid child support, of course.

~|~

the sheets were soft, silky, and smelled like oranges. nothing here smelled like him, nothing smelled like him anymore.