It's Okay

Chapter 3

How long have I been here?

I don't know, at least a week or two.

But right now me and my brother were playing at the swings. Just then

my phone rang.

I answered the call and heard my mother on the other end, asking me where I were. I told her our location and she told us to wait for her.

Getting into her car I still weren't fully relieved. I just wanted to get away from here as soon as possible, but knowing my brother would want his toy back I knew we wouldn't be going any time soon.

My father on the other hand refused to give anything back not even letting us drive away.

We were locked inside the car for almost an hour, so both my parents reported each other to the police.

Days passed by but nothing really were the same. The police started to investigate the case. I never thought it would get this far.

I saw how sad my mother was despite her smile.
The summer break was over and school has started, everything seemed to be normal but I didn't feel very well.

Nothing new neither exciting happened at school. As always getting more homework and deadlines to handle.

Time passed by as if it were nothing at school and my way home were the same.

But I became afraid of him.

All the things the police did made me remember so many bad things happening in the past with my father, things that I didn't want to remember.

But I don't think I have it that bad, do I?

Of course not.

But it doesn't feel better.

Three years passed by and so did all the courts, visits to the police and the secrets we were hiding from everyone, making the burden a little bit easier to beare with.

We moved out from our old house and I didn't even notice my own birthdays passing. It's funny how every time someone is asking about my age that I always take time to answer, just like last time, about a week ago, instead of saying that I were fifteen I said that I were thirteen.

I'm fifteen now. It's winter and I will soon graduate from ninth grade. It's been hard doing the same routine for the past three years.

Not even friends to talk too, I became depressed.

I don't know anymore. I don't want to know. I can't deal with it. They're also tired of me. Nothing will change. Not even if I try. What's the point?

Somehow I got into a fight with one of the students in my class.