Tiger Stripped Leggings {Joshler}

Hurting Memories_Cp 10

Resting my feet on my pedals speeding downhill, I run over thoughts of mom and my home life.

Since dad isn't here anymore, she has been having troubles with loneliness. Even a day alone makes her depressed.

Heavy weights settle in my stomach, curdling and twisting with thoughts of dad when I was younger.

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'"You know no boundaries, Sharan! You keep this boy so off the leash, the kids tell their parents about him, making ME the bad parent. Didn't you hear what that damn pastor said last time at church? That kid has a sparkle in him i'm not liking, and you know what I mean..." Pausing, there seems to be a second of shared silence, Mommy gathering her thoughts, before I hear him yell, "He's an utter joke of the Dun family."
Daddy's rage leaks through the thin walls, hurting me, casing a weird ache in my chest. I hear mommy sob slightly, her words as frail as my bones.
"Well Kevin, what am I supposed to do. You act as if I can handle raising a child with you gone all the damn time! I can't stand it when you're gone, I get lonely too. I'm a living human being..."
Hearing mommy cry hurts me a little, but not as much as daddy when I listen to him sigh sadly. I can hear his sadness from here, and it makes me want to hug him and make him like me, for once. I don't know what this sparkle is that's inside me, but I hate it. I hate every single piece of it. Turning over in my twin bed, I nuzzle my face into the red stripped pillow, feeling a fuzzy object brushing my cheek. As I take a glance up at the object, I hear Daddy's voice echo 'sparkle', analyzing the toy to be my pink Care Bear. The lining of his ears show a glimmer of blue sparkle, making my tummy hurt. Grabbing the toy I try my best to chuck it across the room, hearing a faint 'thud' landing it's arrival. I scowl, hating mommy's crying and Daddy's sighs littering my ears, littering my tiny heart...'

Slowing to a stop, I reach my backyard door, hopping off the creaky seat. I lean my bike on the outside of the garage door, planning on using it again today. Mentally preparing myself, I take deep, even breathes, letting my pent up anger leave me. 'Mom loves you. She is most likely worried, not mad. She loves you. Mom loves you.' I repeat this in my head twenty more times before I produce my key from my back pocket, turning it in the polished lock.

I listen, noticing the house to be eerily quiet. It seems the lights are shut as well. 'Feels as if I'm in a horror flick..' Taking a step in, the house creaks under my weight. Cringing at the empty noise, it sounds quiet in comparison to my heart beat. I slowly close the door, tip toeing my way back to my room down the hall, past hers. Feet away, I hold in a breathe, walking as I were on thin sheets of glass, every step frugal.

CREA-

My foot pulls back from the wooden floorboard immediately, held in midair searching for landing. Feeling my nerves eat me away, I decide to edge around the outsides of the floor close and personal to the beige painted walls.

'Nearly there' I remind myself, 'ten few feet away from my nice warm bed.' Heart slowing, I feel the tips of my fingers touch out to the doorframe, eyes crinkling with joy.  Freedom with a tint of fatigue passes through me like baseball nachos. I pull my Vans off, lightly placing them on my rug along with my backpack.

My blue bed sheets tossed every which way greet me, calling out to my every need for comfort. I grudge over to the edge, falling face first into my feathered pillow. A large creak fills the silence, making me stiff with worry.

'Oh, no.'