The one that hurt the most.

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As a young boy I always wondered how it would be to have a normal life.
All I knew my whole life was that what my family was and become was two different things, my mom changed as she started working at a local smoke shop "the tabacco outlet".
The more she worked there the less I seen her, "who she was and who she is now are two different things" I always thought in my head,as far as I knew at a young age is that she was working more. But that one day my dad picked me up in tears "Dylan we got to go get in" I never seen my own father cry so I knew something was wrong "what's wrong Dad?" As we drive to my grandma Erma's house. "Your going to have to stay with grandma a couple days" he says, "why dad" as I look up at him not knowing what was going on "I have some things to take care of" he replied. As we drive down the road I can see the truck going from yellow to white line sometimes crossing over, I ignored it as we pull in the driveway of my grandmas. My grandma erma walks out of the house and gives my dad a hug "are you gonna be ok son" grandma said to my dad "ya I just need time alone" he says, my dad gives me a hug as his breath reaks of beer "I'll come get you in a couple of days ok buddy? I love you" he says "i love you to dad" as he walks back to his truck I look up at grandma with watery eyes "what's wrong with dad?" I ask,she freezes in place not saying a word "grandma" I say. "He will be ok son don't worry" she says as she couches me inside the house.
At a young age I didn't think about my mom and dad ever being divorced, its the only thing I knew was them together. My dad came back a few days later "alright buddy let's go home" he slurs his words as he trys to speak,he turned into a monster, a person I've never met or seen. The more he drank the angrier he got, he started to domesticly yell and scream at me just because no one else wanted to hear him. Then it became worse, he hit me leaving be bruised and bloody.  My mom started coming around more and more yet she's like I've never met her,She changed. Her face was sucked up and she got smaller, she never laughed anymore just cried. I remember countless nights of watching and hearing the bloody screams of my mom as my dad beat her black and blue. As the years flew by my dad got worse, his liver was starting to fail, he was in the hospital again and again from seizures. I remember the doctor telling me "if your dad keeps doing what he's doing he won't live much longer" I froze in my tracks as I felt my heart drop. Even after my dad did all these horrible things I still love him, he's my best friend. As he got out he just drank more and more as I watch him drink himself to death slowly,the thought of it sickend me. My mom moved half way across the united States, she finally cleaned up and straightend her life up, but it was to late. She has chimical burns on her lungs from meth and has cronic heart disease. She's dieing slowly, I get depressed at the reason that my dad and mom are killing themselves and they really don't care about me anymore, I got into drugs and alcohol at a young age, its the only way I had some kind of happiness. I would stay up countless nights thinking of suicide and getting this hell of a life over with. Then I met someone. By the name of Hope. Hope was amazing,strong hearted and always happy, well as I thought. We talked more and more talking about are pasts. Only to find out we both are depressed and hurt by relationships. We stayed up countless nights talking. Some good some bad nights. We both tried to end are life's, but we saved each other. I felt happiness with her. I think I'm falling in love. We get into a relationship still we are scared to be hurt from are past. Like turned into love, we gained each others trust, finally I'm happy I don't wanna die anymore nor does she. He found happiness at last happiness. This story is about not giving up,this generation is always hurt by love partners. Don't give up everyone. It takes time,
       This is my first story do don't judge to much.
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