A boy named Blaze

Chapter 19

Matthew

I got home and opened the fridge, searching for something to eat. I grabbed a Root Beer and a cookie that I saw. I then ran up the stairs and into my room. Throwing my bag on my floor I grabbed my iPod and phone and flopped down on my bed. Opening the pop and sticking the cookie in my mouth I turned on my iPod. I put it on shuffle and finished off the cookie, it was a big homemade peanut butter and chocolate chip cookie. 

I pressed Tara's number and tried calling her again. It went right to her voice mail and I sighed. She hasn't been returning any ones calls or texts today, well ever since our date last night. I first thought she was upset that I turned her down but she wouldn't block out everyone, would she. I was starting to get worried, I mean I walked her inside, well I more carried her inside, but I know she got inside safe. Her mom was gone though, yet Tara can take care of herself. She proved that before.

This is driving me crazy, if she would just answer my calls I would feel much better. Hell even if she is mad or upset, just as long as I know she is safe. I am probably over reacting but I swear if anyone hurts her, I will hurt them. I took a big sip of my pop and closed my eyes, hoping that she will just text me. Last night was amazing, she looked so beautiful. 

I though Blaze might have killed the night at first but he didn't at all. I hate Blaze so much, whenever he is around Tara always gets tense. I think he scares her sometimes, I think there is something happened between them. I know she lived around here before, it is possible that they met before or even dated and it didn't work out good, I mean she knows Bry. 

I closed my eyes and ran my hand through my hair and let out a sigh. I have some homework that I probably should do so I reached down and grabbed my bag off the floor, pulling it onto the bed. I'm so tired, I don't even feel like doing homework. I reached and grabbed my History homework out of my bag as I sat up. God I hate History,

A yawn escaped my mouth as I looked over the History project, rolling the pencil in my fingers. I had to wright something about my family's past and anyone famous in my past or whatever. Just a boring project that has to be done. I decided to do it after my English homework and looked at my essay I had to do, reluctant to do that either. Slowly I started to scribble crap onto the piece of paper but my mind wasn't on homework.

I sighed, I couldn't do this right now. I threw my stuff back into my bag and got off my bed. I threw on a pair of baggy shorts and headed over to my gym. Stripping off my shirt I placed my iPod into my dock. The music blasted around me as I started my work out. I love to workout, takes my mind off everything.

After about a hour of working I started to get hungry so I shut off my iPod and went downstairs. My mom and dad were downstairs talking. I almost turned around and went back upstairs, I couldn't face my mom after, well, you know. Yet I made myself walk down the rest of the stairs and into the kitchen. "Oh hello Matthew," my dad said and smiled. "Hey dad," I said completely ignoring my mom, yet she treats me the same. "Hows school, any big tests," he asked. "Nah, just some annoying homework," I shrugged.

"Keep up in school, you will go far in life," he said. "Yeah, don't worry Dad my grades are good," I said and opened the fridge, finding nothing. "You hungry," Dad asked. "Um, yeah," I replied. "Just get Elaine to make you something," he said going to call her. "Its okay," I said quickly. "Vince, you know Matthew hates using the help," my mother said in a really annoying voice. "I know Shelly," my dad sighed. I opened the cupboard and found some canned soup and grabbed a pot.

I put the soup into the pot and turned on the stove as I grabbed a bowl and spoon. "Well I got to go," my dad said, kissed my mom. "Love you," my mom said and he said it back and said bye to me. Then he was off, there was just me and my mom in the kitchen. A uncomfortable silence filled the room as I stirred the soup. "I saw you on Sunday," I said slowly. I watched my mom for any sign of regret but her face didn't show anything.

"I will tell Dad," I warned her after she didn't do anything. "You know, I'm disappointed in you Matthew," she said looking at me. "You're disappointed in me," I repeated in disbelief. "I thought I would have raised you at least good enough to know to mind your own business," she said. "You didn't raise me at all," I snapped bitterly. "I carried you for nine painful months and this is the thanks I get, I got fat to give you life and all you do is give me attitude," she said sounding shocked.

"Yea, I bet you were disappointed when Elaine couldn't hold me and give birth to me as well," I said nastily, forgetting about my soup. "You are lucky, you get anything you want and live a life millions of people wish they could live," she snapped. "Yeah, and you get the kid who wishes he could be normal, or at least not have a cheating, lying, barbie doll of a mother," I said bitterly. "When Vince gets home I will talk to him, see what we should do about your behavior," she claimed as she turned to leave. "Hey mom," I yelled making her stop, "when Vince gets home I will talk to him, see what we should do about your behavior," I snapped back as I poured the soup into a bowl.

She marched out of the room and I grabbed my dinner and stuck the pot in the dishwasher. Then I went upstairs with a sigh. I never really fight with my mom, we just tend to avoid each other. I sat on my bed and turned on my TV, flicking aimlessly throughout the channels, looking for something to come on. I ate my dinner and watched Two and Half Men till I was done. Then I went and put my dish downstairs in the dishwasher.

While I was in the kitchen I heard a small cry. I stopped moving and listened again and there again was the sound like crying. It sounded like my mom and she was the only one here, but it couldn't be her, I mean it must be a TV show or something. My mom doesn't cry, I mean she is a total barbie and would hate for anything to happen to her dog or her clothes or shoes or nails or money but I mean she doesn't care bout anything else. I peeked into my moms room and she was crying. My mom was crying, and I was the reason why.

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Sorry guys I really am kinda having writers block so these chapters are proably gonna be CRAP!! Thanks you guys for sticking with me and reading it.. what is gonna happen to poor Matthews. I think it is funny how some people hate him :P Love you guys.. you are amazing!!!

Natasha <333