I Made the Bad Boy Go Bad

Chase's Short Story

Part I

A baby is born at four
After appears one more
"It's a baby girl and boy!" Screams the nurse
My father grabbed my mother's purse
"Smile" he says to his wife
Just then he appears with a knife
He gets the dad yet spares the mom
After arrested, he rots in the jail. Calm.
Mom holds her children most
Living on the dangerous coast
Things can happen all too fast
Just take it from the girl with a cast
She runs and frolics until 5 years age
Then is kept inside, as if in a cage
Doctor trips more often then not
She slowly disappeared, tiny like a spot
Until one day she's gone
She's barely older than a fawn
Now the boy is all she has
She holds him tight and all that jazz
One day he falls sick too
Once he's gone, the wife is blue
She falls in love once again
She finds her rooster like a mother hen
She has two children, daughter and son
Both of different ages, the woman is happy and done
When the son is 12, daughter 8
The father left his family, his mate
Not long after the daughter falls ill
Struggling she takes the pills
Passing at the age of 9
The mother barely hanging on to her last line
Packs up and moves away
Leaving early May
She doesn't go alone
She goes with her son, he shades her inner cyclone
When they finally arrive
They are kicked out, as if archived
They skip around with family
They do this for years, taking as long as a blooming lily
When they find home
The little boy is now 17, obsessed with bands and combs
He settles down living a "normal" life
His mother works hard, blocking all memories that started with the knife
She works around the clock
To make sure he's clothed, hat and sock
Even though he was a "bad boy" he loved his mom
Going through a lot is just like a rhyme
It skips and jumps, like the heart
Nothing will ever tear them apart