“ Wha.-... What the hell are you doing in here? Why the hell are you going through my stuff?! Leave that and get out!” He shouted slamming the door in my face.
“Please… I just want to help. You’re smart! You know this isn’t the way to cope with all the stress!” I begged knocking on the door consecutively.
"Leave me the hell alone Ren! NOW! BEFORE YOU REALLY PISS ME OFF!" he screamed from the other side of his bedroom door.
"Brandon this isn't what people do! This isn't normal! It's a problem! You know this!"
“A lot of people smoke, Ren! Just… Just SHUT UP!” He shouted again.
"NO. Brandon, you have to listen to me! You mean the world to me. I already lost d-"
"JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP, REN. ALL YOU DO IS WHYNE AND CRY. JUST GET OVER IT. DAD HATED US ALL ANYWAY"
“Brandon, please…” I begged falling to my knees in front of his door, as I felt the tears begin to burn in my eyes. I fingered the pack of stokes I held in my hands. Wondering how he even bought them considering he wasn’t old enough to, yet. Merely 14.
The door finally creaked open and he fell down to his knees and hugged me, whispering how everything would be alright. How he’d promise to stop, but that I’d have to keep it a secret. We weakly pinky promised, and that was the one time I saw Brandon cry. Sob. Sobbing into my small 10 year old body. Soaking my shirt in his tears.
I woke up, drenched in sweat and whipped my face as I then was able to notice the tears that had been running down my cheek the entire time. I flipped over onto my side, and began to think about Brandon… On how he meant the world to me. On how he had been my role model. On how even though he suffered so much… He STILL put me before anything else. On how my father was the source of his suffering…our suffering.
My father. If it wasn’t for him leaving the family, Brandon wouldn’t have started smoking. Wouldn’t have started drinking either. Wouldn’t have had to raise this family, keep me and mom safe. As if HE were the father.
Father… How can I feel the need to run back to someone, who had hurt all I’ve ever known, and not have one ounce of shame about it?
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Cockroach Chick
PertualanganRen had a prety normal life. Everything was going fine untill well.... the raiders came and bombed her town, turnig her only home to ashes. Yet a handful of people survive with her. As she is forced to live in a small foster home, with only one true...
