Forgotten Sins

Chapter 1

I heard the sirens as I walk towards school and came across a bridge on our school that was surrounded by a massive crowd. I saw my classmate, Martin, who is now soaked in water. As soon as I realized it, a lot of questions formed in my head. I was about to go investigate until someone stopped me from behind.

"We're going to be late Rex. Where do you think you're going?" He is Antony Coel, a friend of mine who is part of the Basketball team.

"Down at the lake. I'm curious on what's with the whole fuss about, especially when a classmate of ours is involved." I replied.

"Hmm, then let's check it out." He agreed. Good thing he did or else I won't be able to focus to our class when something is bothering me.

Martin Boivin is a stubborn student but he's got some guts. He is now the victim of unconsciously soaked in water. As soon as we're at the lake we started to ask some questions on what's going on to some of our classmates who are also here.

"We're not sure yet, Rex. Though, something happened to Martin and that's for sure" She's Anika Buckler, a friend of Martin. She's kind and a very sincere girl.

"Any news, Becky?" Antony asked.

"Well," She stopped and smirked. "Linda said that Martin drowned. She's kind of shaky when she told me about it, she seems terrified." This is Becky Noele, she's funny and she is called a 'Teacher's Pet' for being really honest and kind.

"Ladies, talk to Linda and calm her down. Make sure you guys won't skip any classes, alright?" I smiled at them. They gladly nodded and went straight for Linda.

"You, romantic-guy, let's go now too. I don't want to hear our teacher nag at me again." I just laughed at Antony's statement.

Just like he said, we headed to the Molave Academy. Even though we already checked it out, I still couldn't make all these questions in my head dissolve. Martin might be dead. But he can't be, that's impossible. He knows how to swim, as a matter of fact he's really good at swimming. So how could he just drown like that, and with a school uniform on? Something is not right. There's probably something going on and we don't know it yet.

Someone's POV

3 years ago.

I was awoken when I heard voices outside my room. I don't even need to check it out to see who were yelling at each other because I already know who they were. It's been a week already since my parents started fighting. Seems like Dad was caught being with another woman again.

I really like to stop them but I know I couldn't. I already tried doing it before but I always get accidentally punched right at my face for interfering. Like what the hell! Why do I get punched for helping them solve their problem? I just want everything to be fine again.

I don't understand them at all. We were okay back then but now it's a disaster.

"Why are you with that whore, again?" That's mom. Nicknaming the woman as a whore means she's really frustrated and mad.

"I already told you that she's just my client!" That's dad. What a lame excuse he got.

"Client, client again! Then why were the two of you seen going to a motel late at night?! And you just freaking told me that you're going to work overnight that's why you won't be able to go home! How could you do this to me?" Mom's voice was the saddest thing I had ever heard. The crack in her voice was obvious and I knew she was at the edge of tears.

I want to cry but I'm already tired. I'm tired of crying myself to sleep. I'm tired of stopping them. I'm tired of listening to them fight. I'm tired of everything.

I just want them to fix this, talk calmly, and be fine once again. I don't like this. I hate seeing mom cry, I hate hearing her sobs and wails every night, I hate how dad is being such an asshole, I hate him for hurting mom, I hate him for seeing another woman besides mom, I hate how he could just do that without worries, I hate myself for not being able to help them fix this, I hate myself for not comforting mom when she badly needs someone at her side, and I hate myself for hating them.

"Let's divorce"

Huh?

W-What? What is happening? What divorce? It can't be. They can't divorce. What will happen to me if they did? I don't want to break the bonding of the family.

This time, I stepped out of my room and dad looked at me. Mom is totally shocked of what she heard. Her tears were already rolling down and her mouth was open but no words came out.

"The woman I'm seeing is pregnant and I'm the father."

I stopped. I froze at my feet looking blank at my dad. How could he do this to us?

I wonder how much he had loved us.

Minutes passed by and mom finally calmed down. The three of us talked at the sofa facing each other but our eyes weren't meeting each other. They were talking about the divorce and mom agreed to it saying that dad should take care of the baby and mom will take me with her. I opposed to the idea of them splitting up. I know I'm not close to dad but I still don't want them to break up. Of course, they ignored me. They signed a contract of divorce, and just like that, we are not a family anymore.

I had always thought I will have a perfect family. Two parents who love each other and smiles would cover our faces.

I went to school like usual but everyone noticed that something in me changed. I became cold and heartless to them for days but I eventually went back to normal. I kept thinking that maybe dad was just kidding about everything but the truth hit me and I knew that he wasn't. I know mom doesn't really want to divorce and she was just forced to. Mom's kind so she feels sorry for the baby to be born without a father. Then what about me?

Mom got fired. Every time she goes out to drink, she come's home with various man. I want to stop her but I know I can't. Mom's depressed, she's not thinking of me anymore. She isn't thinking right. If this was going to happen then how could she sign the papers?

I tried living like usual but rumors spread like wildfires. Like every rumors there is, it is half true and half lie. My friend left me. They believed those seemingly truthful lies. I tried to explain myself but they never believe me. I thought that if I said my story, they'll believe it. I was so wrong. Instead, they made fun of me.

My classmates started to call me names. They bullied me. It fucking feels like hell. It's like a punishment made for me for letting my parents split up. I had never done anything wrong. I was always at the right path, so how did I go astray? I can't remember how I had started walking at the wrong target.

At some point, I thought that everyone should just die. Everyone should also be punished for what they were all doing.

Months passed being like that. I became the center of fun to everyone, everywhere I go I hear stories about me. Stories that are not even true. Who would do such a thing? I wonder how the fuck my friends never believed me? All of us were together for years yet they left me just like that? Are they even human? Don't they feel pity for me?

I wanted to kill them all.

But one seemingly normal day, everything went back to normal in a flash as if nothing had happened.

"Hello! How are things going?" Carol asked.

"Uhh... I'm doing fine." I hesitated. I wanted to ask her why she was talking to someone like me but I just leave it aside.

"Good. I'll be going now, see ya' later" She bid me farewell.

What just happened?

"Hey! Long time no see, huh" This time, it's Peter Johnson.

"I-I guess..."

He nodded and said "We're sorry for what we've done to you, it's all in the past now. Let's all forget about it, okay?" He rubbed my shoulder and left just like that.

What the?

What's going on?