13 Days

Chapter 5

a/n; from now on i will be doing different povs...
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Tristan's POV

"What do you mean we're moving?" I ask my mom practically yelling at her.

"We are only moving like 7 blocks away. Calm down. We are staying in the same city, you will still be able to go to your school." She responds soothingly.

"But we are still moving." I mutter under my breath then walk up to my room.

I didn't want to move. I loved this house. I spent my entire life here. There were so many memories made in this house. I even have a wall in the living room with my different heights ever since I could walk. How am I going to leave all of this?

I decided to face the facts and just accept it and move on. I walked back down to where my mom was.

"Sorry mom, I didn't mean to yell at you." I tell her as I'm standing in the doorway of the kitchen, leaning against the wall.

She looks up from the newspaper she was reading and lowers her glasses. "It's alright hun. I know hard this must be for you."

"Yah." I respond coldly.

"When are we leaving?" I ask.

"Uh, acctually son, we have to leave by the end of the week." mom says in a unsteady tone.

"What do you mean we have to leave?" I ask her kinda shocked that she said we had to.

"Well, umm" she responds scratching her head. "well, how do I say this" she mutters.

"Your father lost his job last week and without the both of us we cant make the rent..." she trails off in the end.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE LOST HIS JOB??!!" I yell at her, not trying to sound understanding at all. Because I wasn't. I was furious! My dad lost his job and they didn't even tell me! So much for honesty in this family.

"The company just made a very poor investment and let go a lot of their workers." She explained to me.

"Why didn't you guys tell me?!"

"We thought we could figure something out and it would all be ok but, as it turns out, it isn't." she replies.

"I can't believe you guys didn't tell me! I'm so mad right now! I'm 16. I understand things like this." I respond back to her while running my hands through my hair.

"I'm so sorry hunny, we thought you would be mad if we told you, like how you are now." She uses this as an excuse! Please, I may have bad grades but I'm not dumb!

"Well you still should've told me! I definitely would not have been as mad as I am right now!" And with that I spin around on my heels and storm up to my room.

"Hey son!" My dad greets me as I just reach the stairs. I walk straight up to the stairs not saying a word to him.

"Son?" My dad talks to me again, and I start running to my room.

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Tristan's dad's POV

"Son?" Why did he run off like that? That's not like him...

"Hey babe. What's wrong with Tristan?" I look at her and she has her head in her hands.

"Babe? What's wrong? What happened?" I ask super concerned.

"I told him Mark." she replies.

"What? What did you tell him? I don't understand Lisa." I ask confused now.

"I told him about how you got laid off. I told him that we were going to move, and he got mad at me!" She looked at me with tears in her eyes. I pull the seat out next to her and sit down.

"He got super mad because we didn't tell him. I fell like a horrible person for not telling him. Does that make me a bad person? I just tried to not put any stress on him, to put all the stress on me instead!" She was crying now.

"No babe your not a bad person. You should not even be thinking like that." I respond trying to calm her down. "Just give him space he will forgive us."

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a/n; shitty chapter but yah. I'm kinda having fun with this so imma keep writing it.