Prolog: Tyler
Dad and will fought again tonight, well they do every night but tonight ways really bad. Most days it was just yelling and some nights hitting but tonight... when Will fights back its worse, dad always wins. wills strong, really strong but dads stronger. He doesn’t stop until Will submits and he not one to give up. He works out every day, he's trained in three martial arts and was always good at everything. He always got to a high belt in a short time and the only reason he would leave was because we would move. Dad’s a politician, so we moved a lot. Now, we’re in a small town, that dad is the mayor of. Will calls him “the emperor of the lollypop guild” for three reasons: one, because the town only has 8500 people in it, two, because Will is a lot taller than him, dad’s 5’6 and Will is 6 feet tall. Three, because he hates him.
But what made tonight really bad is that it was my fault. Dad was yelling at me for getting in trouble at school and then Will defended me, then they fought. My fight became his, like it always does. He has always been there for me.
“knock knock” it’s will!
“come in” the door opens and I see him, he has a black eye, I know theres more than that but he's trying to hide it from me, he’s protecting me like always.
“are you okay?” he's smiling, he always smiles when he talks to me.
“I'm not the one who just got in a fist fight”
“ha-ha” he just got the shit beaten out of him but he's like he always is, he's standing up straight and proud, he took a few punches to the ribs so I know it hurts, but his eyes are so full of warmth and happiness... I miss the days when I still believed he was actually like that. I may be young but i'm not stupid and he is definitely not happy.
“are you sure you're okay?” he sits down on my bed.
“what this, its nothing a little bruise never killed anyone” he's lying, he’s just trying to make me feel better.
“is there anything I can do to help?” he looks me in the eyes.
“yes, you can relax and be a kid”
“so could you” for a second the smile breaks then comes back.
“he's gone for the night, so I'm going for a walk. Is there anything you want?”
“no I'm fine. where are you going?”
“The cliffs” when we moved here 3 months ago, Will would go to the cliffs he found them a few kilometers away into the forest, so theres a small clearing right before the cliffs, there really tall and are very steep. I think that's why he loves them. The only thing is, that they’re about a three hour walk round trip. he brought me once, but its too far for me to go often, but on nights like this where dad gets called back to the office, he goes there and spends the night and ... well I don’t know. I think its the one place where he’s free.
“so you're spending the night?”
“yea, but I’ll come to pick you up after school tomorrow. Here's hoping he doesn’t come back” its just been me, Will and dad, for a long time now. Mom died giving birth to me, but that never really bugged Will and I don’t know any other way.
“Don’t jump” I really hope he doesn’t.
“goodnight”
