Make it to me.

Part 7

Aubree POV
I got home after school and went straight to my room, Lukie had baseball practice so there was no point in staying downstairs.

I was doing homework when I heard him coming up the stairs.

I prayed the bed would swallow me up and take me away forever.

He knocked on the door once, then walked in anyway.

My father.

"Bree we need to talk"

I just stared at him, I knew what this was.

"I knews you're hurt but I love you and I want you to always remember it, I just can't help it sometimes you know how hard the last few years have been on all of us. We all miss him"

When he starts talking about HIM I feel the tears run to my eyes, I couldn't bare to think of him right now.

It was too much, I just nodded my head at him and he sighed sadly before getting up and walking away.

I knew my dad wasn't a bad person he just really had problems, bad ones.

The man I had grown up with as a child wasn't the same one I grew up with as a teenager, he was mad and sad and hurt with the world.

He would take it out on us and that was his problem, he didn't think he needed help.

I had grown to let a small part of me hate him for all the damage he had caused in the last few years, he always cared about what others thought.

It was all about image to him and he was good at it but he had a really dark side to him that terrified the shit out of me.

All I could look forward to was the day when I could graduate and move away.

I heard my phone giving me a text message notification and got up to look for it in my bag, when I saw the number and the message I froze.

"Heard about Eli today. Stay strong Bree, love you."

It had been months since Chloe and I had spoken, it angered me that she dared feel any sympathy for me.

I got mad at Micah for opening his big mouth about it, just because he had helped me out in an awkward situation didn't make him a hero and it certainly didn't give him the right to talk about my business.

I put my phone down and slumped down on my bed, why had things gone so bad and when was it finally going to be okay?

I did then the only thing that seemed appropriate at the moment, i started crying.

I reached for the t shirt under my bed, hugged it to my chest and cried until I felt too tired to stay awake.

I woke up around 9 pm when I heard commotion downstairs, it was them again.

My parents were fighting, it wasn't surprising anymore but I hurried down the hall to make sure Luke was okay.

I poked my head through the door and when I saw him it broke my heart.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed with his hands over his ears.

I walked over to him and put my arms around him, he looked at me and his eyes started watering.

Just as I was about to ask if he was okay he grabbed my hands, holding them, and putting them back over his ears.

I laid his head on my lap and let my hands tune out the voices that would torment us both.

I laid against his wall and stroked his hair, he was so young and he knew too much about the world already.

He had been affected and hurt just like I had, luckily for him the child in him was still alive and I would keep it that way as long as I could.