Why are you crying?

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                                                                          *Jerome's POV*

After the boring flight home, I see my girlfriend waiting in her car. 

"Hey beautiful." I say, while getting into the car and kissing her.

"Hey babe. How was it over at Mitch's?"

"Where can I start? I dared Mitch to date this snobbish rich chick, then we found out that Riley liked him too, the he broke up with the rich girl, and it's just complicated."

"Sounds stressful."

"It is."

"Hey, when we get back to your house, I'll make you some dinner. Sound good?"

"Yeah. Thanks babe."

We drive back to the house, in silence. Even though I like talking to her, it's peacful, just sitting beside her, taking in the moment. I drifted off into a short nap, until I was awoken by her scream.

"What's wrong?" I asked with a start.

I didn't even have to ask, because right infront of me, was my house, burning down right before our eyes.

*********************************************Riley's POV*************************************************

Mitch looked as worried as hell. I looked over at Ty, and he looked the same way. 

"Where's he going to live?" I ask to break the silence.

"Probably his girlfriend's house." Mitch replied.

"Did she do this?" Ty asked with hatred in his eyes.

"Yeah. I think so." Mitch replied mournfully.

"She won't come here, will she?" Ty asked.

"I don't know. If she finds out where I went, then probably."

I was so worried. Usually, threats didn't bother me, because I've been getting hate through out my life, but this was different. I wasn't really worried for my saftey, but instead I was worried about Mitch.

I realized they were both staring at me. "What?"

"She's going to want you." Ty says. He looks over to Mitch and gives him a cold glare.

"Why did you have to get drunk? Couldn't you have just stayed sober for once in your life?! Because of that stupid dare, you put my sister in danger. Hell, you put ALL of us in danger!" Ty yells. He storms off to his room.

Mitch wipes a tear from my cheek. Wait, I was crying?

"It will be Ok. I won't let that bitch get you." he says protectivly, pulling me into a hug.

"T-that's not why I'm *sniff* crying." I say into his shirt.

"Why are you crying?" He asks softly.

"I-I hate it *Sniff* w-when Ty y-yells."

"It's Ok. He's just mad at me. He wasn't yelling at you."

My voice cleared up a little, so I could talk in a clear tone.

"I know, but he reminds me of my dad. He was always abusive when he got mad."

I held up my hand, and showed him the scar on my palm.

"Riley, I'm so sorry. What happened?"

I almost started crying again, when all the painful memories came back, but I held in my tears.

"I had just gotten home from my first day of 2nd grade. I walked inside, and Dad was yelling at someone on the phone. I sat my stuff down on the table, and got up to get a snack, when I noticed he had broken Mom's favorite vase, that she was planning to get, when she came down to switch out Ty and I. He got off the phone, and leaned on the counter, his face red with anger. 'Daddy, I can't reach the poptarts.' I said as quietly as I could. He looked over at me and yelled 'WHY THE FUCK SHOULD I CARE?!', and he pushed me down. When I fell, I cut my hand on the peice of the vase. Dad stomped upstairs, and left a 7 year old, to care for her injury, by herself."

"I'm sorry." He said again. Only this time, it wasn't Mitch.

I raised my head to see Ty. He had tears running down his cheeks.

"You told us that you fell on your own. You said nothing about him pushing you."

"I was afraid Ty. And I still am."

I stood up, heading towards the kitchen, when he stopped me and hugged me. He started sobbing. "I'm sorry. *sob* I didn't k-know he d-did that. *sob* Did h-he ever push *sob* you after t-that?"

I looked at him sadly.

"He started hitting me. I learned to stay out of his way. It's fine."

"No it's not." Mitch spoke up. "Your father's abusive. That's not fine."

"Just, both of you stop worrying about it. I don't live with him anymore, and I don't want to hear another thing about it." I say, begining to cry. I ran up the stairs, to my room, and locked the door.

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So, how's mah book so far? Sad? Exciting? Crazy?! EPIC!?!?!

Anyway, sorry for not updating for a while. Please forgive meh.

till next chapta!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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