The Secret Life // A Shawn Hunter fanfic

One ➵ J. C

I couldn't help but inhale the smell of exhaust burning from the car, and liquor coming from my dad's mouth as he was ranting in his deep, groaning voice like he always did.
It's been hard for me since my mom passed away. I lost her at the age of six, and even at a young age, I couldn't forget the tragic memory.
My mom got into a tragic car accident due to a drunk driver that didn't bother to pay attention. I try not to think about it, but it's just so hard not to.
I remember when we first heard about it.
We saw the crash on tv, and right away my dad drove us to her.
I couldn't believe it when I saw her.
Her head was rising up with lots of blood. Shards of glass were stuck into her arms, and there, as the doctors tried their best to set her on the gurney, she still remained lifeless.
My voice yelped,"mommy," and there still wasn't a response.
My mind was young, but still knew what death was. It sucked.
The doctors couldn't revive her however, they thought they could, but
let's face it:
It was just useless.
My dad had torn up after that.
He too, couldn't forget that incident that happened almost nine years ago.
So?
He took out all of his pain on alcohol, booze, and especially me.
After the tragic incident my aunt, who I was going to miss dearly, spoiled me. She bought me dresses, outfits, anything I wanted. She was my mother's sister. She knew that my mom would love her to remain being a good influence that would help impact my life. And she did.
Before we left from New York she handed us a lot of money. She bought a house for us back in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania since my dad with his trucking job, had to move there.
My dad actually managed to keep a steady job, so we did decent, aside from the anger problems. No one even suspected a thing on what really happened outside the box.
We pulled in through the driveway, and the moving truck follows us.
I didn't have a lot of furniture like a lot of girls did. It didn't really matter to me.
All I need was clothes to wear, a bed to sleep in, food to eat, and love. The only people that loved me was my aunt and my mom.
Now I would have no one who would.
And I was now a certified loner.
My aunt promised me she would write letters to me; I smiled at her promise and just hugged her. My last hug until I would see her.
Probably never.
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