2 weeks later:
My name is Dylan Stone, I am 12 years old and I am the son of Marther and Harry Stone. My life at the moment is not very interesting and might I add it is also sad. My mother Marther Stone has just past away due to lung cancer, and my father is not taking it well, the hallways clear creamy white walls are now mud dirty with holes, every one inch. The clean kitchen is now destroyed with bottles of Vodka and Rum empty thrown across benches in the sink and on the floor, the cupboards doors have holes in them and one of them has been torn down and is in pieces around the kitchen.
Loud snores fill my ears telling me that dad is past out and it is safe to walk around the house. As I walk down the stairs I'm reminded of when my mother and I used to have races up the stairs and when we used to ride down the stairs on cardboard dad used to laugh and tell us that we were nuts. I smile thinking of the memory I remember it like it was yesterday it was so clear. I grabbed my dad's wallet and took a 20 dollar note, I put his wallet back on the counter and walked out the front door, heading towards the grocery store. Tomorrow is my Mum's funeral and I want dad to have a decent meal tonight before we leave tomorrow to say goodbye to mum.
Walking into the grocery store I looked down to see what I was wearing, plain black shirt with faded blue jeans and some thongs, pretty average if you ask me. I walked towards the section where the fridges are I decided for tonight's dinner I would cook some chips and lasangna, and I nice glass of water to go with it. I grabbed the lasangna and chips and closed the fridge door but before I walked towards the counter and old lady gave me a disgusted face as if to say "Kids these days need to be healthy" so I copied her stare and said "what's up your old ass, love?" she gave me a horrified glance and started pushing her trolley else where. I was so confused, what did I do wrong? I only asked her a question.
After I paid for my groceries, I set on my walk back home, where I would cook for dad and hope for lords sake that he is at least a tad bit sober. And my prayers were answered as I walked through the door I saw dad in the kitchen cleaning and washing the dishes that have been sitting there for like a week. "Uh, dad um I went and got the groceries for dinner I didn't realise you would be awake when I got home" I said confusion clear in my voice. "I know son, I only woke a few minutes ago but I know for a fact what I'm doing is not sending a good example to you and I also know that Marther wouldn't want this at all so it would mean a great deal if you could forgive me, I am truly sorry son" I was more then shocked I was astonished my dad meant every word. I ran to him and wrapped my arms around his waist seeing as I'm smaller than him " I forgive you dad, I always have and always will"
As got dinner ready I saw dad clearing off the table so that we could sit down and eat instead of sitting on the couch or the floor. "Dad dinner is ready" I yelled to him, all I got back was a nod. I sighed tomorrow is gonna be hard for both of us at least tonight we can have a nice dinner. I placed two plates filled with a slice of lasangna and a handful of chips on the table. I sat down and started to dig in, my dad cleared his throat. I looked up " Is everything ok dad" I asked he smiled and nodded "yeah, I just want you to know that if you ever need anyone to talk to I'm here and I know it's gonna be hard with your mother gone, but I just want you to know that we will get through this together". "Thanks dad, that means a lot, anyway we have a big day tomorrow, I'm gonna go upstairs and get some rest you should to" I said. He nodded. "Night son" "Night Dad".
I cleaned away the dishes and walked upstairs, as I opened the door I thought how great tonight was. I smiled to myself and walked into the bathroom that is connected to my room, I showered and cleaned my teeth. I walked back into my room and climbed under the covers and let today drift away and let myself give into the darkness.
*******************************************************************************************
Hello anyone who is reading
This is my third book on Wattpad and I feel that I'm getting better at writing maybe I don't know.
Anyway my other two books are of the werewolf genre but for this book I didn't want it to be a werewolf book and to be honest I actually didn't plan on writing this book I had a dream of my mother dying and my father having a hard time getting over it so I decided it would be a good book and I also in this book you would of noticed that the main character is a boy, this is because I wanted the book to come from a different perspective instead of the main character being a girl I wanted to shake it up a little.
Thank you for anyone who is reading this I really appreciate it
Also don't be afraid to write a comment it really helps a writer to know what there readers think of their book.
COMMENT
VOTE
READ
*********************************************************************************************
YOU ARE READING
Family Portrait
Teen FictionDylan Stone was an ordinary boy, living in an ordinary home, with an ordinary family. That was until one day when his mother became sick. Fallen and crushed he found himself in a black suit, standing in the rain, with his father beside him, as the t...
