The Boy With Blue Eyes {A Kurt Cobain Story}

Family Struggles

1977
"Layla! Please calm down."

What??

"Calm down??? No! Dad is moving away and you tell me to calm down?"

I threw my shoes across the room, running outside, sitting on the stairs.

And everyone says this family is perfect.

What a crock.

Dads moving away with some bimbo he met while with mom.

Mom is drunk half the time.

And here I am. Some invisible object that only one person really seems to see.

Kurt.

He's my light.

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"He's getting married Bean! He told me he wouldn't. And that it would just be me and him!"

I sighed, hugging Kurt.

"Why do dads have to be such assholes?"

Kurt looked at me, surprised.

I surprised myself. I actually cussed.

And it felt good.

"Yeah. That's right. They're assholes!!"

I screamed at the top of my lungs, Kurt looking around the yard, seeing no one near by.

"So, your dad did something too...?"

I sighed.

"Yes. He's moving away. And marrying some bimbo."

Kurt and I both just looked at one another, our eye contact saying enough.

"Jenny is the ladies name right? With your dad?"

Kurt looked sad, a pained look going through his eyes.

I hate seeing him so sad.

"Yes. And she's got kids! Dad always pays attention to them. And then there's me. Left sitting there."

He looked so upset. I couldn't stand it.

I really do hate seeing Kurt like this. It hurts me also.

"I don't understand parents..."

And I don't think I ever will..