Cleshay

Daddy Duties

Just a few moments after arriving my dad walked in the house and started to help me and my sister pack, he told us that we'd only be staying for the weekend. Once we got done packing me and my sister embraced our mom and wished her safety, We left. 

I haven't seen my dad in just about 3 years and by his physical you can tell that he has changed a lot. His thick black hair was thinning at the top of his head, his hazel- grey eyes were blood shot as if he hasn't slept in days, and he also looked like he gained a couple pounds. I was worried about my father. My sister fell asleep in the backseat on the way to our fathers home, so i decided to talk to my dad about what was on my mind. 

"Do you still love us?" i said as my voice began to crack. 

"yes of course, why would you ask that", he replied. 

" you never came back to get us, you just left" 

"I'm sorry, things just got hard, i didn't want you guys to see me in a bad place" 

Tears began to stroll out of my eyes as my father said those words. I wiped my tears swiftly and looked out the window ending the conversation. The car stopped and we arrived in front of a decent sized apartment building. The neighbor hood was quiet, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. I got out the car and checked my surroundings then grabbed my bag and walked to the gate waiting on my sister and my dad to meet me. Once in the apartment my dad showed me and my sister to the room that me and her would be sharing for our weekend stay.. The room was big it had cream walls and a king sized bed sitting in the middle of it . The bed had a blue comforter and pillow set on it. The floor was carpeted all the way through the house, in all the rooms except for the bathroom  and kitchen. My dad said that my brother would be home soon and that he was out with his friends. 

My brother was now 16 years old, when I saw him I could barely recognize him. My brother had grown out dreads that reached towards his shoulder blades. His dreads hadn't locked yet because of the fineness of his hair . My brothers hazel eyes had gotten lighter and had began to resemble my dads. My brother was dressed in a matching set of sweats, which was different for him because when we were younger he would always wear jeans. I've noticed that a lot has changed since the separation, now my brother wont even talk to me. Brian seems as though he has grown a harder exterior. When my brother came in through the door he didn't even acknowledge me. I honestly felt like i didn't know my brother anymore.   When we were a little younger he was always there for me, we always hung out, he was even the person who taught me how to tie my shoes, and i don't like this new side of him. 

The whole day the only person i talked to was my dad, after our chilling moment in the car we just began to catch up with everything.We talked about the giant time gap in our lives where we've missed each other. In those three years my dad got his music back to where it used to be, he worked with small artist from the city we're in. My dad was working on buying a bigger house in the upper middle class part of our town. The thing that shocked me the most was that he was engaged. And here his fiance came, strutting through the front door. 

My dads fiance was short and had a caramel complexion, she had long natural hair dangling down to the middle of her back. She had a hour glass figure and looked as though nothing could ever bother her, like she was completely fearless. Her name was Felecia. 

Me and Felecia didn't talk that much, but to be honest i didn't like her that much. Even though me any my sister would only be there for another day or  two, i could still tell that she didn't like all my dads attention being on us. During our stay she was very rude to us and our dad never told her about herself which made matters worse. I couldn't wait to go home, little did i know my dreams were soon to come true. I should've been careful of what i wished for. 

The next morning my dad got a call from my mom saying that our garage was on fire and that a bomb was placed in the car. My dad, sister, and I all rushed back home just to see if my mom was okay, luckily she was. She said that we were really close to losing her, she said if she hadn't left her phone in the house she would possibly be dead. Everyday I thank God for sending my mother back into the house because I could never imagine a life with out her. Even to this day, with everything that me and my mom have been through, nothing would be the same with out her. My mom wanted us to stay with her for the night because she didn't want to be alone, and well I didn't blame her. 

"So what did you guys do while you were at your dads house, have fun?"  my mom said softly while leading us into the house. 

From that day forth my life was never the same. 

About a week passed from the incident at my  home and you better believe that everyone was talking about it when I went back to school. Even people I never knew asked me if the rumors true, and how did it happen. I never explained my full situation to anybody but my answer to everybody was always "it was just a fire, nothing big". I felt like if I told more than that I would be looked at differently and I didn't want that to happen. It seemed like everything was taking a better turn for me at school. I started to be more social earning a few more friends which led me to helping out teachers on my free time. I for the most part was happy with the way things were going at school, but the way things were going at home was another story. 

My mom pressured me to get good grades but mind you I've never had anything lower than an A. She would get on my back about simple things. Honestly i felt that i was losing my mom, mentally since the fire happened. I remember once my mom jumped at me just lighting a burner on the stove. I've never seen my mom so scared, that's why i would ask for my dads help first thing in the morning. 

That night was more than I ever expected it to be. It started off well, we all ate diner, helped clean up, then went to bed. My mom never went to bed at the same time as me and my sister, she went down to the basement and watched TV until about 12 in the morning. Once my sister and i were sleep nothing could wake us up. A silence rang through the house then.. CRASH!