Playing The Player (Discontinued)

Chapter Fifteen

I've spent week, after week, locked up in my bedroom and crying my eyes out. I've cried so many tears, my body feels completely weak inside and out.

I've skipped school, but by now, the teachers knew about the problem and didnt hold anything against me.

I woke up from my deep sleep and just layed in my bed for a couple more minutes, just thinking about my dad.

Why did that stupid eighteen wheeler have to hit MY dad? Out of all the jackasses in the world, the truck had to hit my dad, one of the nicest, caring, and great person I know.

I'd be more satisfied if the truck wouldve hit me.

I finally dragged myself out of bed. I didnt know what time it was, what day of the week it was, or what was the next step for me and Miracle. Hell, we'll probably be sent to a foster home, which wont suit well for me.

I dragged myself downstairs, still wrapped like a burito in my blanket. When I reached the kitchen, Miracle was there with a bunch of suitcases, ready to haul them out the door.

"Hey, babe," she told me and sent me  a weak smile. I could tell she had been crying, too. But she's trying to stay strong for my weakness.

"Where are you going?" I asked her.

She stopped moving the suitcases out of the house and placed a hand on my shoulder. She led me to a seat in the kitchen and we both sat down.

"Well, Charlie," she began cautiously. "Firstly, I actually got accepted to Alabama University."

My eyes nearly fell out of my head. "You're leaving me?"

"No, no," she said, shaking her head like it was the dumbest thing to even think. "I turned down the offer because I wanted to stay here with you. I cant just leave you here at a time like this. It's painful for both of us."

I felt a tear trickle down my cheek again.

"Thanks," I mumbled and snuggled some more in my blanket. "But what are we going to do now?"

"Well, I know you dont want to, but you have to go back to school. You've missed about two weeks."

"Great, now I'll have to face all the nosey asses wanting to know the whole story about what happened."

"Ignore them, Charlie," Miracle said. "You just gotta ignore them."

"Well we cant just live in this house without a parent," I told her. "Where do we go?"

She took a deep breath and smiled, awkwardly. "Well, while you were in your bed, sleeping and stuff, I actually packed both of our belongings."

"So where are we going?"

She sighed and said, "We have to go and live with mom."

My mouth dropped open. A felt my hands turn into fists.

"No, Miracle, I wont do it."

"You have to," she said. A tear trickled down her cheek, but she quickly tried to wipe it away. "Charlie, I know how your feeling right now, because I feel the same way. We both miss our dad like crazy, and we both hate mom. But it's just something we've gotta do. Dad would want us to go through with this."

I soaked in all of that information. It only made me feel weaker and weaker.

"Fine," I mumbled. Before she could say anything else, I slowly walked back upstairs to get ready to go and live with the devil.

*

"Be nice," Miracle told me, quietly, after she had knocked on my mom's door.

My mom's house was bigger than my dad, although money and house sizes really doesnt matter to me.