Some Secretes Are Meant To Be Told (Frerard)

Unhideable Scars

I look back at my old house. The house where I was raised, the house where I belonged. I didnt belong in Belleville. I belonged here in Kearny. Kearny was my home. It was where I felt most comfortable at, where I grew up at. I couldnt just drop everything and go to this Belleville place. But sadly I have too.

Ever since my grandfather passed away my dad hasnt been the same. He'll go out every night to god knows where and come back the next morning half drunk. This isnt intentianally bad but lately when he's drunk he gets mad and when he gets mad he lets his anger out on people. And which are those unlucky people? That would be my mother and I. 

You see when my fathers drunk he gets abussive. So every night for the past two months he's been abusing my mother and I. Ofcourse since I'm the type of idiot that tends to get their parents mad, I get hit more than my mother. But ofcourse when my dad does hit my mother I do tend to hit him back and then we get into huge fights. 

Last week though, my mom had enough. She came to my room at night and told me to start packing my things up so tomorrow at night we could leave. Of course I was glad that my mom had finally realized that it wasnt good for us to be with dad but what I had not realized was that leaving my dad would mean leaving the city. We couldnt possibly stay in the same city, he would just find us and all hell would be loose.

Yea, you could probably say we're running away from my dad, but wouldnt you? 

"Frank do you have everything you need?" I heard my mom whisper, making me snap back into reality.

"Uh. Yea I just need to get my guitar in the trunk"I replied as I walked up to her. 

My mom was actually an attractive women. Yes I know alot of people say that about their moms but hey. Thats what I think, well at least she used to be. The countless beating from my dad and depression itself has scarred and damaged my moms appearance. Everyday she starts to slowly resemble a corpse. Ofcourse I shouldnt be saying anything either.

I have multiple cut and scars all over my body. I try to hide them with tattoos and piercings but so far they arent doing any good. All they're doing is making me look like a rebel who doesnt give a shit about people. One of those is true though. 

I quietly placed my guitar in the trunk. The guitar that has helped me through so much and has been there for me to play when Im pist of at the world or feeling suicidal. I slowly walked up the drivers seat and sat down. I was gonna be the one driving we agreed on that when I noticed that my mom hadnt been getting much sleep causing her to go to sleep at unexpected hours.

"You ready?" I asked. She looked up at me and nodded. 

I started the car engine and headed to my new home. My new home in a place Ive never gone too. A place unfamiliar and unwelcoming to me. 

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"So this is our new house?" I asked as I looked up and down at the house.

"Yup. and you better not complaint" She said as she grabbed the keys and opened the cars trunk.

I looked closely at my new "home". It had brick walls that the constructors didnt even bother to cover up. It was a one story house with six windows in the front. It had a small dead garden, with some weeds sticking out in the side walk. But even though the house looked pretty fucked up I have to admit. It did have this homy weird feeling to it. Maybe it was because the neighborhood also had that feeling. 

I walked  up to my mom and grabbed all our stuff and headed inside. Inside was a totally different matter. It actaully looked really nice and clean. It had some furniture becuase my mom bought them from the previous owner. I dropped the stuff on the floor and headed to my new room.

It had one window and some drawers and a bed. I inspected the room. Trying to visualize where I was gonna put each poster I owned and also where I was gonna connect my amp for my guitar. 

I looked around the room a while longer before I decided I was gonna go to sleep. It was 4 am already, and I had to go and start looking for a job tomorrow because my mom wasnt going to be able to maintain both of us with her job. 

"Goodnight mom!" I yelled from my room because I was honestly to tired to go and walk up to her and tell her goodnight.

I laid down on my bed and thought about all the things that were gonna happen tomorrow. What if I dont get a job because of my tattoos and piercings. What if my co-workers are jerks or worst. What if they're preps. The thought of that made me have shiver. I pushed away all the thoughts and after a couple of minutes I managed to fall asleep.

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Hey guys. Uum well that was the first chapter :). Hope you guys liked it. I am sorry in advanced if I have any misspelled words or grammatical problems, I suck at editing. But yeah this is like my summer project thingy to keep me occupied and I hope you enjoy it.

WELL GOODBYE GUYS!!!

Mel