The Lousy Truth (Kellic)

Eight.

Gabe was a childhood friend. 

Was.

We grew so close because my mom became close with his mom. Our family helped them in any way or form, seeing as his mom was a single mother, struggling to keep a roof up both of her and Gabe's head.

Everything was fine and dandy - as perfect as they could be - but everything took a huge turn before our very own eyes. It was too drastic for my very young mind.

One day, I went home from school with Gabe, the school bus driving us, of course. It has been a routine of ours to go straight to his house every Fridays to hangout and play, maybe even head to the park to play soccer; but that one particular day of September, it was so so different - none of us expected it to happen. I guess we were too young and naive to see before the commotion even occured but my mom surely wasn't.

As we opened the front door of Gabe's house, we were met by horrible shouting coming from my mom. She looked so upset, tears threatening to spill out from her very sad and furious eyes. "What? You're just going to leave?!" She shouted, making both Gabe and I flinch. We remained unnoticed, seeing as the argument is pretty heated and serious. I so badly wanted to turn around and go to our house instead but her words got stuck in my head as she looked at my father with rage. What looked weird, though, is the way that my dad protected Gabe's mom from behind him as she sobbed behind his tall stature.

"I don't- we're moving in together, Mary. We'll move to-"

"Shit! Well, that just make things better, does it? You'll move out and just disappear? Great!" My mom shouted again, making me feel beyond sad.

"It's not working out between us anymore, Mary. I'm sorry." My dad said, sounding sad, too. I wanted to run to him and hug him, thinking that maybe that'll make him change his mind. Surely if I try to ask him to stay, he'll stay, right?

"So you run to her and decide to leave us instead?"

"I'm sorry." My dad repeated. "I love her."

Those three words made something click in my mother's mind and as soon as those words left my dad's lips, she broke down. Her hand gripped the table in front of her, desperate for support. She started crying and crying and instead of comforting her like before, my dad did nothing. He shook his head and whispered something to Gabe's mom, making her nod and head upstairs, leaving my parents.

"Mary-" He started, finally walking towards my mom but I cut him off, shouting at the top of my lungs.

"I HATE YOU!" I spat, anger spilling all over the place.

"Kells,"

"You're- you're a liar and- and a cheater and I hate you so much!" I screamed. I felt Gabe grab my wrist but I shook him off of me, not wanting to be around him, his mom and my dad.

"Kellin, where are you going?" Gabe cried out, seemingly worried as I decided to turn around and run away. Where was I heading? I've got no clue yet. All I knew was that I wanted to get out of their place.

"I hate you, Gabe." I said as I momentarily turned around to face him. He was a crying mess but I didn't care. He's a part of this, too. Him and his mom.

I ran until my short legs couldn't carry me any further. I stopped, my palms leaning on my knees as I tried to catch my breath. I was crying, I was panting and I wanted to sleep all at the same time. Surely everything would be back to normal if I sleep it off, right? 

I dragged myself up to the park, picking out a secluded swing and sat there for what seemed like hours to no end. The sun that was previously blaring its rays started to set. A few kids came and go and I still remained in my original position as they did. No one bothered me, though, and I am thankful for that. I didn't need them. I didn't need anyone. If my dad decided to leave me and my mom by ourselves, surely I could do the same. I'd just stay here.

"I hate everyone." I mumbled to myself as I wiped my face with the back of my palm.

"Why do you hate everyone?" A voice asked and I nearly fell on the swing, seeing as they startled the heck out of me. "I'm Vic." He said, a friendly smile on his face as he offered me his hand to shake. I just stared at him, though, not moving.

I went back to sulking, my head bowing again as I hiccuped. "Why do you hate everyone?" This Vic kid asked again and I know that I shouldn't have responded seeing as although he's a kid, he's still a stranger but me being the naive kid that I was, I responded.
"My dad is going to leave me and my mom and he's taking my best friend and his mom with him." I simply said, my own words stabbing my chest as soon as the words went out.

"Parents could be stupid sometimes." Vic commented, chuckling. What's so funny about that? Nothing's funny about that!

"Why did you laugh?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Because it's not a laughing matter!"

"You're too serious for your own age, Kells." He commented, shaking his head as I looked at him crazily.

"Maybe you're too immature for your's!"

"I choose to laugh at things, even the horrible things. What more can I do, anyways?" He said with a shrug, making me calm down for a moment. I've never met someone like Vic before, someone seemingly so laid back and optimistic. He's the opposite of me - the side that I've always wanted to be. I've seen my parents argue countless of times and even though I am denial of it, I honestly get affected by them, so I grew up to be this serious, reserved and moody kid. "You shouldn't cry, Kellin. You don't deserve to cry."

"How'd you know my name?"

"I just do." He shrugged, still smiling. "Anyways, do you want to be friends?"

"I don't even know you." I said, my eyebrows meeting together.

"But I know you and I think that's a good enough reason for us to be friends." He smiled brightly, making my lips twitch up slightly, too. Something about his bright and pleasant aura just did it to me. "So, what do you say?"

"Um, okay?"

"Good! You want to hang out at your place?" He asked as he stood up.

"I don't want to see them. Can't we just go to your house?"

"I don't have a house." He laughed, as if what he just said was too hilarious. I looked at him curiously. Is he really serious? What kid doesn't have a house?

"You're homeless?" I asked, seeming a bit rude.

"Nope."

"Where do you live, then?"

"In there." He said as he approached me, pointing at my temple and tapping it lightly with his index finger, startling me a little but making him giggle anyways. I giggled with him as he took my wrist, walking our way back to my house.