The truth about forever

Chapter 2

I sat in the living room at my aunt's house watching  The Pursuit of Happyness. And might i say, it is one excellent movie. It is very sad at the end and literally made me cry.

Hey, we have all cried before!! Don't make fun of me!!!

After the movie ended i wiped away the tears remaining in my eyes. I huffed and ran my hands through my brown hair, combing the knots that had formed in ny hair somehow while watching the movie.

I ran my fingers along my scalp noticing a knot forming on the back of my head. I gently rubbed it while wondering where it came from.

I sat and thought of anything that might have happened to cause the knot, but nothing came to mind other than aunt Jamie hitting me in the back of the head with the cabinet by accident.

That must have been it i thought while i smiled at the memory.

"Aunt James?" i asked walking to the fridge for some food.

"Yes sugar?" she said in her southern accent while making dinner.

"What would you do if i left right now? Just grabbed my guitar and caught a plane to.... Australia. Would you be worried?" She looked at me with a confused expression on her face.

"Well since you asked, hun. I would be very upset. I remember your diddy askin me that when he was sixteen. He was one confident boy, i see where you get that from. But music is what you love, and since it is what you love, then it wouldn't bother me that much. Sugar, you want some chicken and green beans?"

My dad.

"Sure. James? Can i ask you a question?" i knew it was time to know the truth about my father. I am determined to know why he never came back to see his own sister after i was born.

She put a pan filled with chicken in the oven and grabbed a towel wiping off her hands and throwing it over her shoulder. She tied up her black hair in a messy bun and furrowed her eyebrows creating wrinkles on her forehead. She isn't old, she is only 29. She has no kids, no pets, no husband. I never knew why she still doesn't have a husband, i mean look at her. She is drop dead beautiful.

"Fire away darling." she replied as she pulled out a wooden chair from under the table and plopped herself down on it.

I knew this was a sensitive subject... For both of us but i had to know what went on 16 years ago. I know she was only 13, but she had to have remembered at least some of the story.

"I.. I wanted t-t-to know why exactly d-dad left us." i mumbled.

She widened her eyes and furrowed her eyebrows and opened up her mouth about to say something but closed it before she let anything come out.

"I dont remember,Bleu." she replied scooting her chair back standing up and walked over tithe stove. She pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her apron pulling out two putting one behind her ear and the other in between her lips lighting it with a lighter and puffing some of it before she blew the smoke out her mouth.

She placed the pack back in her apron still smoking that cigarette. Aunt Jamie was one weird critter. She loved to.... Talk. She could carry on a conversation about a raisin that was laying on the floor and seem so interested in what she was saying.

I was using that as an example because she has done that before.

"Your mom and dad were stupid, that's all." she said taking the cigarette and putting it out in an ashtray beside her.

"Don't say that. That is my mom your talking about, James." i replied so quiet it could almost be a whisper. But she heard me and chuckled.

"Was." she scoffed. What?

"What?" i asked right after i thought it. She never liked my mom. It made me angry that she would say rude stuff about her in front of me.

"You said is your mom. The correct thing to say would be was." my anger fired to the roof.

"She will always be my mother no matter if she is dead." i said putting emphasis on always. She quickly turned around and looked me right in the eyes as she walked towards me.

" She was as about as good as a mother before she died as she was at keeping my brother around. You see where that went." she raised her voice right in my face.

This hurt me. She was the best thing a child could have. She tried to help me pursue my dreams constantly throughout my life. She was my mom and my best friend rolled onto one.

" My mother was better than your peice of shit one. Where is your mother now, James? Oh yea. She fucking left you all alone. At least my mom loved me." i said as i pushed her out of my way and made my way out of the kitchen.

" My mom did love me,Bleu!!!!! Your mom only wanted you because you have a talent that you can get money from. She never did love you. She never will love you because she is a whore who fucked every guy in this town!!!"

Tears left my eyes as i stomped up the stairs and into my bedroom slamming the door shut not caring about what else she said.

My mom loved me.

I grabbed a suitcase out of my closet and threw it on my bed unzipping it and throwing handfulls of clothes into it. I was satisfied with how much was in there and zipped it up. I grabbed my guitar case with my guitar in it and slung the case over my shoulder and walked into James's room and opened one of the drawers to her dresser and grabbed her stash of money that contained thousands of dollars in it.

I walked back into my room and threw the money into my bag, and then zipping up that compartment.

I pulled out the handle from the suitcase and rolled it behind me. I carried it downstairs and set it down back on the floor to roll it again. I thought about where i was going to go. Far away from here was my answer.

I grabbed the suitcase handle when i felt a sharp pain across my cheek that made me fall right on my behind. My first reaction was to grab my face. It hurt so bad.

I felt her sit on top of me and strike me right on my eye. This time it was a punch. I pushed her off of me and stood up clenching my eye with my right hand.

I slung my guitar case over my shoulder. And grabbed my suitcase from behind me rolling it right out of the door.

She hit me. She hit me. She hit me.

I thought over and over. I walked to the nearest gas station and went into their bathroom to take a look at my face to make sure that i looked okay.

I looked into the mirror to see that my eye was all sorts of colors. Black, blue, purple. I looked to see another bruise on my cheek bone. My lip was busted. I look terrible. Like i had just been mugged or something. 

I grabbed my guitar case and slung it over my shoulder as i grabbed my suitcase and rolled it behind me. I realized that i really didn't need a suitcase since i had enough money to buy my own clothes at my destination.

I unzipped the part of the bag where i put the money, and pulled out the money and stuffed it in my pocket.

I walked into the actual gas station part only with my guitar slung over my shoulder. I walked up to the desk and asked for directions to the nearest airport. He gave them to me and i was on my way.

The farther i walked the hungrier i became. I finally made it to the airport and sat down and thought about where i was going to go. I thought and thought and finally went up to the desk where a woman with red hair in a bun stood.

One ticket to Sydney, Australia, please.

She handed me the ticket and i gave her the money.

I said thanks and went to sit down when i realize that my plane is boarding right now. I quickly got up and grabbed my guitar case and went up to another desk, giving her my ticket and she pointed me to the door where my plane was. I put my guitar in front of my legs, abduction leaned back in my lumpy seat.

I knew exactly what I was going to do.

I am going to find Hemmo1996.