He was a young boy , he seemed to have a perfect life. And yet, was it? No, its was a simple mask he was made to wear to hide his pained soul. Even his mother could be fooled by the mask he wore. James Maccabee was an intelligent boy who did well in school, made all of his teachers proud and his mother also. His father couldn't care less, being a drunk seems to lead to self absorption. James did everything he could to try and help his father, to try and impress him. But it was all done in vain. He tried and tried until he decided it was enough and simply let go of his father, revoked him as a father and just felt sorry for him. Eventually he became this way towards his mother too, hating her weakness of loving him so.
"How can you love him so much mom?" he said, as he they started out the drive way to pick his father up from the local bar.
"Listen, James, I love your father, he might be working through issues of his own, but it'll be some time before he comes to his senses. Just love him and act like a son for a change will you?" Megan Maccabee says in a pleading voice.
"Mom, I just don't understand what makes you love him so much. Do you realize how he hurts you? Jesus, just look at those bruises mom! I swear I'll kill him if he pushes you like that again.."
She slaps him, " James! That is none of your bussiness, and for one, he is your father, you don't say those things! My god! Your only 14! Now stay silent, we're here, and get in the back seat."
Shocked, he says nothing and moves to the back seat. He thinks to himself, "I bet they'll fight again, he knows she doesn't like his drinking, I'm just happy September ends tomorrow, ill be in Albany by Friday night."
As he sat there looking out the van window, staring blankly at the stars gleaming back he thought, "Is it bad i hope he dies in his sleep? Or at least she comes to her senses and realizes her and I's lives would be so much better if they got a divorce?"
As soon as the van pulled into the garage, James bolted towards his room. He could tell by the tense atmosphere in the van that there was going to be another fight. He stripped down to nothing but his boxers and crawled into the only place he felt truly safe. Before they started the nightly routine he tried to fall asleep. Laying there with the T.V. on, he tossed and turned. Until, at last, he was about to go to sleep he had one last thought... "i miss you.." Then he quickly fell asleep in the nest of blankets, where his memories slowly set in.
