On The Run (On Hold)

Chapter 1

*Picture Of Andy On The Side*

Andy’s Pov:

I was ten years old at the time and I remember watching the people lowering the casket as they lay my mom to rest forever. She was sick for a very long time and knew that one day her time will come and she will have to leave me.

I remember holding her hand and crying by her bed side praying to God to not be cruel and take the most important person away from me. My mom assured me that this was no punishment because I have been a good girl my entire life and that everything happens for a reason.

I always thought that statement is full of crap. I never understood the whole “everything happens for a reason” statement. I didn’t see my mother’s death as a reason for anything. I didn’t want her to go, but she was too weak to stay.

“I love you Andrea Kadence Perry”… I can still hear my mom speak her last words to me. She gave me her necklace as a remembrance that she will always be with me forever, but forever is nothing if I can’t have my mom back.

I stood there watching my mom take her last breath and closed her eyes as she left to heaven. I remember trying to wake her up, but she didn’t. The nurses tried to pry me off, but I kept on hugging her in hopes that she will wake up. My heart shattered into a million pieces that day and remains the same just as she left it.

My grandpa took me in after my mom died. He was a sweet old man who loved me very much. Ever since my mom had passed, I became very quiet with everyone and myself. Grandpa would try to talk to me from time to time, but I mostly nod my head or give short answers.

My ten years of living was only me and her and deep down inside I was angry at the world, but I was mostly angry at my mom for leaving me. I was mad at her because she didn’t fight hard enough to stay with me. And I was mad at her for abandoning me just the way my dad did.

I never met my dad and I don’t care to know who he is either. He doesn’t care that I exist. As a matter of fact he left my mom the moment he found out that she was pregnant. He sure as hell didn’t care to come rescue me either when my mom died. As far as I know, he is dead to me as well.

My mom had me when she was sixteen years old. Yes it was another sixteen and pregnant story, but she raised me all on her own with some help from grandpa. It was always me and her against the world.

I always thought it was so cool to have such a fun and young mom to play around with. It was like having a big sister also. She was a mom most of the time, but she was also my best friend.

Poor grandpa tried his best to take care of me. Being old and raising a kid was not an easy task. I wasn’t really a handful though. I helped around the house and cleaned after myself. He would always take me out to eat because his cooking wasn’t the best. Grandma died when I was a little toddler leaving him by himself at the house.

It was only me and grandpa for two years until he became ill himself. But it was grandpa’s time to go because he was getting very old. I understood why he had to leave me, but my mother’s death was something I will never understand. She was just too young!

I remember my mom would always play around with my hair and everyday she would do something different to it for school. All the other girls wished to have a mom like mine and I always felt lucky because I had something other girls wanted. But now when I see other girls and their mom’s, I don’t feel so lucky anymore because they still have theirs and mine is gone.

When grandpa left, child protective service sent me to foster care and I was only twelve years old. My foster parents Dolores and Ben weren’t the nicest people on earth. No, they were total nightmares from hell. Satin looks like an angel compared to them. They beat the crap out of me for no reason and if I were to cry about it, I would get beat some more.