Stacy’s POV -
“mom, why do we have to move!” I was on the verge of crying but I don’t know why.. I cry at everything. But I wasn’t sad.. I was mad!
“Stacy, I will not stay in this screwed up neighborhood and let you get pushed around. Or risk anything happening to you. I already lost your father.. and I will not lose you too.” She let a single tear slide down her face and that’s when I decided to just stop arguing.
I didn’t want her to bring my father’s death into this, but I kind of knew it was coming. My mother was strong around me. She didn’t cry or stop our lives because of my father passing. She kept moving on and just wanted everything to be perfect for me, But I know for a fact… when I’m not around she loses it.
I was never this quite, until it all happened.
*flashback*
“Dad, mom isn’t home… and I don’t feel good, please come home daddy” My 7 year old self was sitting there on the couch talking to my dad on the phone.
“I’ll be there in 5 minutes, don’t you worry… we’ll get you feeling better in no time!” and with that, we hung up. But in my little mind; I never knew that’d be the last thing he said to me.
My mom walked in the door 2 hours later. My headache got worse and my stomach felt like it would explode. All I was thinking was, where’s daddy…
“Stacy…” my mom’s voice cracking and tears streaming slowly down her pale cheeks. In that moment in time, nothing mattered. It was all a blur. My mother explained what happened. He got in a car crash because drunk teens. She told me, these things happen… and we just had to stay strong because that’s what daddy would’ve wanted. But I couldn’t do that. He was my hero … the man I looked up to. And he was gone.
*end of flashback*
“Stacy, we’re moving and nothing you say will change that. Why do you want to stay here anyways? You get bullied and you never tell anyone! I thought I raised you to be better, to never let anyone push you around and you’ve been letting this happened for 5 years. You come home with bruises and black eyes, but you told me it was because you were clumsy! Why … why would you lie to me…”
I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I started to cry, my mom was broken, I was breaking slowly and It was all my fault. I just didn’t want her worrying about me and my problems… she has her own and doesn’t need anymore problems.
“Mom I-” cut off bye my mom just shaking her head.
“Stacy, I’m done talking about this. Pack your stuff up and we’ll be on our way.” With that, she walked up the stairs slowly to her room; leaving me there standing to just think. What if this move isn’t so bad? I mean, I’m not wanted here anyways. So maybe this will give us a fresh start.
I walk to my room and just throw my stuff into the boxes. I walk over to my nightstand ready to just sweep everything off the top into an empty box. When I picture catches my eye. My family… me, my mom, and dad. We looked so happy. Under the cherry blossom tree. Smiles were painted on our faces and it was all just so beautiful. We weren’t broken. We were very happy. A family, and close. I snap out of the memory and sigh. Why can’t that picture be reality. I set the picture carefully in the box and continue packing.
Niall’s POV -
I guess they sold the house across the street because all I hear are those stupid drills getting the “for sale” sign out of the ground. Great, what if the people have a kid… it’ll just be one more stuck up person on my street. I’m not judgemental, but these kids on my street are just so rude. Hopefully if they do have a kid, they won’t be like that.
“bye mom!” I was heading out the door when I glanced at the house. I was so happy those people moved out though ! they were the meanest. They’re daughter only wanted sex from every guy and she had a nasty attitude. Her parents were stuck up and thought they were better than everyone.
I was snapped out of my thinking when I hit the gate to my school. I was already tired and now my nose hurts. This day should be good.
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