Sex & Hollywood

Good things never last

It's been two years since my daddy gave up going to war for a country we don't even live in. The last year has been rough since my dad started to fall into post traumatic stress. He sore things out of the battle field, things that would really mess with your mind, and it was causing mom to lose her mind. Mom couldn't deal with his mood swings anymore which lead her to drink. Dad and mom argued and he blame her for keeping him trapped here. How he was trapped I didn't understand. All I knew is that lately our home became a battle field. A war zone. Words of hate, empty bottles of drowned sorrow and broken furniture to represent the broken souls they'd become. I listened from the top of the stairs at the sheer anger and harsh words each of my parents would shout. My heart ached at how torn and broken this family was. All I wanted was to be the kid with happy, loving parents, in a nice home and be the family everyone envied. But I just feel like all the other kids with family problems. I feel as if I'm the blame. "Our daughter is the only reason I stick around Chris!" My mom screams. "Well Martha if that's the case you know how to use the front door!" My father shouted. "Sick your ring up your ass Chris! It means nothing!" My mother shouts and I hear my dads fist slam on the table. "Amy gives me less of a headache." Dad says. "Who the fucks Amy?" Mom yells. "The woman who has my second child, A woman caring enough to help me through the stress and depression I'm going through! My two year old son gives me less grief!" My dad shouts and I let out a tear. This family just officially broke in half. My dad was gonna leave to be with a new family and I was gonna be left to pick up the pieces of my mother's shattered heart. "Good things never last." I whisper to myself as the front door slams behind my father. Going downstairs I go hug my crying, beaten and broken mother on the kitchen floor. "Everything's going to be ok." I whisper and she holds onto me tightly. "It's just you and me like it always has been." I say gently playing with my moms dark hair. "I'm sorry baby girl." She sobs and I hush her to stop. Mom couldn't help that dad turned out to be a cheat and a douche bag, so I won't blame her for his departure. He took a first class ticket out of here himself.