Broken Runaways

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Jessica

Michael was actually a lot funnier than I had ever actually accounted for. He would always bring up the most random things. To say the least, there was never a dull moment

“So, school ends in two days.” Michael said. I personally wasn’t that excited for this summer. Everything would be exactly the same as it was, minus school of course. That whole period of time I would be staring mindlessly at the ceiling while doing my best to cool myself from the heat in the attic. Having no air conditioner and being on the third floor of a two story home is very unpleasant during the hot Virginia summers.

“Yeah. And vacation begins.” I replied.

After we pulled in my driveway, Michael turned to me. “Do you have any plans for this summer?” he asked casually.

“Besides work and sleep? Not one.” I laughed. Truthfully I had not one single plan. Of course my parents would bring Kimber and Kellan to several different amusement parks throughout the summer, but I would not be joining them. Spending time with my parents when I had the apposed option would be idiotic.

Everytime I’ve told someone about how I don’t love my parents, they usually just say that they’re your parents and you have to love them no matter what. I didn’t generally openly tell people about how me and my parents didn’t get along, I’ve mentioned it to Maria before when she asked to come over to my house. But the thing was, how was I to love what my heart and mind did not need? It’s basically saying that every human has to love bugs, even though we’d be better off without them personally. I love Kimber and Kellan. My parents loved them too, but they didn’t really want me. They’d be much happier to have just the twins, though they’d never openly admit it to themselves; though to me, it was quite obvious.

Thanking Michael, I got out of his silver porsche, then watched as he drove away.. His father specialized in neurosurgery while his mother an RN in the same hospital, so money was never an issue in his house. Michael and I talked a lot about how he loved having money and having parents that pretty much gave him whatever he wanted pretty much. He also explained to me about how he felt neglected about it at the same time. Michael would always tell me about how he never felt like he fit in with his family and their work. He always knew that work came before he did. Business was the main priority in their eyes. Even both his parents knew that work was first, them eachother and Michael. He knew that was the way it was, and that nothing could change that. Michael knew his parents cared about him, he just always wished he was more of a first priority to them.

In the sense of prioritizing parents, I could easily relate to Michael. Wishing for my parents to care had been a thing of the past for me though. Of course I wished my parents cared for me the way they cared for Kimber and Kellan. Every child that lacks affection or attention craves it, more so when it’s from your parents. When I was in middle school, I used to get in trouble purposely so my parents would have to acknowledge me. Even then they’d just barely notice me, so eventually I gave up.

Michael also would tell me about how he felt like he was a disappointment to his parents because he didn’t do as well in school as he could. His father wanted him to become a neurosurgeon just like him, but I knew that wasn’t what Michael wanted. He always told me about how he’d like to become someone who scored music into movies and television shows, not a pre-med major. Michael, being captain of the lacrosse team didn’t seem like someone who would be so interested in music and the different genres of music. He also told me that he is classically trained on the cello. His parents had been paying for lessons since he was eight years old. Michael always said how he’d get lost in the music and how much he loved playing it. He never told anyone about his passion for the cello, as he apparently had a rep to maintain.  Michael would also say how he’d listen to horrid music that he hated, just because his friends thought it was cool music. When I’d borrow his iPod though, I would see different albums of Mozart, Beethovens 5th symphony and several tracklists for classical musicals.