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Chapter 4

Chapter 4- Tim pov
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"So, Tim I heard about you and Aj." Rose elbowed me as I poured some water in a glass for me. "What about Aj and I?" I acted confused to see if it was a trick, but she probably did know we are dating now.

"Don't act like that now! I saw Aj's Facebook. Dating, yeah?" she then winked at me and I felt my face flush up.

"Maybe..."

Rose had the 'told you so' look on as she watched me drink my water. "What?" I asked weirdly as she kept staring at me. "Nothing, just wanted to say, you two are cute!"

"Uh, thanks?" I had no idea what to say. "But, Tim, you might want to keep this on the down-low with dad, it's not that it's your first relationship, it's just we might not want him upset about mom." Rose warned and I gave her a nod as she walked out of the kitchen.

"Wait, Rose!" I called after her. She stopped in her tracks before walking through her bedroom door. "Do you have any ideas about a first date? Im clueless, cut me slack it's my first relationship." My voice had begged through the air and Rose thought for a second.

"Sure, I'll get you a reservation to a good place, when?" she asked back. "Maybe, Saturday." My thoughts were racing, and Saturday would be perfect because there isn't any school. "Perfect, I got your back, bro!" she smiled and I walked off.

My emotions were racing all around to match my thoughts. Rose brought up mom. I'm not even sure how dad would take my relationship, but for now, I have to do what Rose said, keep it to ourselves and wait until the time is right. But when exactly is the right time to tell dad? I don't want to keep it from him, but I don't want dad to feel upset about his lover, mom.

I decided it was time to at least try to sleep considering tomorrow was Monday and it was already 9:30. Rose had to be sleeping by now so I knew I couldn't get any answers yet. But I had too many emotions and questions needing to be answers before I go to sleep or else's they will haunt me like a ghost that won't allow me to shut my eyes for five seconds to the max.

My fingers fumbled with my iPhone until I finally turned on my radio for five in the morning, just in case I did crash, I want to wake up for school.

I closed my eyes but I couldn't stop playing pictures in my head. Pictures of mom.

Soon I could feel the tears coming, I knew it would happen. I cannot think of mom and just not have any soft emotions flow out of my eyelids. It's just not possible for such a soft hearted guy like me. And I can admit I have never been strong in my life. People say crying is strong, but that's exactly why you get made fun of for it, yeah?

And with my prediction, one simple tear flooded down my cheek. I looked at the picture of Rose and I, taken roughly thirteen years ago.

"Smile!" she cheered as Rose and I were forced closer together. "No!" we refused.

I crossed my four-year-old short arms and frowned at Rose.

"Ma, I don't wanna!" Rose griped loudly.

"C'mon, one picture?" mom secretly snapped the picture anyways.

I chuckled at my frown and Rose's face when she gripes about something, her arms crossed as so were mine.

That's when Rose and I were not close at all. Well, I was four and she was five, what do you expect?

My tears dried up quickly as I looked deep into the picture.

It was actually the last picture mom took, that is important considering she was a photographer. Best in business too. Her photography was amazing, and beautiful. Therefore, being like most moms, she had to take a zillion pictures of her two children she adored. Her and dad both loved to take pictures, to be exact.

There are tons of other things her and dad had in common. For example, they were both hopeless romantics, that loved to share meaningful moments.

Therefore we were all a happy family. No matter what the weather here in Sweeden, they'd always want to be out doing something with us. We were a family until something happened to mom.

A few tears had to burst out of my eyes or else I don't know what would happen.

My eyes would try and pry shut every second of so, but I refused to sleep. It's not good for anyone to sleep upset, I've learned.

"Tim," I didn't even notice my father now standing by my bed. "Are you okay?" he finished.

"Oh, I'm fine" I wiped my face dry quickly.

"Are you sure, you can tell me anything." I felt him sit on my bed next to me and wrap an arm around me in a fatherly comfort.

"I'm just thinking about...mom" I said slowly, trying desperately not to make him cry along with me.

"Oh, Tim, you know wherever she is, I'm sure she is just fine. You need to get some sleep." as he spoke I had a small temper grow. This was not good at all.

"She's fine? Fine? Just the other day I saw you crying about her. She is not fine. And how the fuck can I not think about her and just go to sleep? Dad, I don't care about school at the moment, I care about my mother who is not fine!" I yelled at him, but felt bad, I've never gotten so angry at him nor cursed toward him.

"Tim, please calm down, its okay." he tried to make me feel better, but I was fired up and angry. I could probably kill almost anything I could get my hands on.

"I cannot calm down! Nothing is okay!" I yelled even louder toward him, surprised I could get louder.

"Tim?" I heard a girl call. Then I looked over to Rose in the doorframe with a nervous look plastered through her face. "A-Are you okay?" she whispered, I could tell she was scared of me, the same of my father was probably. I've never been like this.

"I am not okay, for the last time!" I screamed and cried while hitting my fists on the ground violently.

Both Rose and my father were trying to stop me but I was throwing stuff clear across the room, and possibly destructing anything in my way. I was not okay. Mom was not okay. Nothing was okay.

I ended up uncontrollably rolling on the floor and screaming for my mother and that I was not oaky.

Nothing was going to be okay. Absolutely nothing.

"Tim, please stop!" Rose begged and tried her best to wrap her surprisingly strong arms around me.

After fighting for it, she was successful and she wouldn't let me go. I was fidgeting in my place locked in my older sister's arms and it made her more nervous. Rose kissed the top of my head and I breathed quickly while crying.

"Nothing will be okay if you never say goodbye" I heard Rose's whispering voice next to my ear, and I let the words sink into my mess of a brain.

I was a wreak for the next five minutes until I felt myself drift into a silent darkness.




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AN- guess what lucky person is going to Porter Robinson in a few days? Me!! Im not trying to brag, but I'm too excited not to tell you guys! The show is on the 27th and I just turned sixteen, so I can get in officially! Im a little nervous though, its my first edm show I've been to.

Oh well, anyone else going on the 27th?