Footprints in the Sand

Chapter 2: The Hard Truth

"WHAT!!?!??!?!?!?!!", I screamed at the top of my lungs,"JAIL? HOW? WHY? WHAT DO YOU MEAN!? IS THIS SOME KIND OF SICK JOKE CUZ" - "Honey, calm down," my mom cut in, "I know your mad and confused, I am too, but I really don't need your attitude right now. If you stop screaming I'll tell you what happened, alright?" I could only manage a small nod before my mother began.....

"Okay, here goes. So your father went out to the bar last night, which isn't new, after he started a fight with me about money. He got really drunk again and on his way home he umm, er," she paused and took a deep breath, "Well, he got into a car crash with a motorcycle and the motorcycle driver didn't make it." And then she burst into tears, uncontrollable sobs, I felt like I should comfort her, but I was paralyzed with shock. I just sat there with a blank stare. I felt like any minute my mom would stop crying, sit up, and say that it was all just a big prank. That never happened.

Eventually my mom told the rest of the story, but I was only half listening. All I was thinking about was that I needed to get out of this house. I really needed to clear my head, and I couldn't do that with my mom hovering over me and crying.

"I'm going out", I told her. I'm not sure if she could hear me between her sobs, but I still left. I quickly ran up to my room to get some clothes and my beach bag. After I got ready, I left through the back door and got my penny-board out of the garage. I rode off, heading to one of the many beaches in our small Florida town.

I got to my favorite beach about five minutes later. I put my stuff down by a tree on the sand, and walked over to the bathroom so that I could change into my bright, orange bikini. After I got back over to my stuff I plopped down on the sand and put my earbuds in so I could drown out the world in music.

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I'm not sure if I fell asleep, but somehow I was stuck thinking about all the bad memories that have to do with my dad.

So, first of all, my Dad's name is Pete. He's a respiratory therapist (a lung doctor), even though he smokes. How ironic. He's an alcoholic and a drug addict, and has 3 DUIs. He's usually drunk and when he's not it's not much different. Yeah, I know what your thinking :Why hasn't my mom divorced him yet? Well, it's mostly because we don't have much money and if she did we'd have no money.

My first memory of him mostly consists of him yelling at my mom for who knows what. That's what a lot of my memories with him are. Him being angry, mad, and yelling at my mom. He didn't start verbally abusing me until I was about 12. Now I'm sixteen and that's been going on for four years now.

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•Authors note•

Yeah so this is my first book and its probably not the best BUT it will get better :) I have some twists and surprises that are coming! So tell me what you guys think of it so far in the comments or message me, I'm open I ideas, criticism, random thoughts, ANYTHING...... Anyways lol thanks for reading so remember to LIKE COMMENT AND VOTE

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