14 Years Under

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The first thing I did when I entered the cool, blue painted apartment of my home was water my Fern. I swear she's getting bigger everyday. At first I wasn't even listening to the murmurs in the other room that seemed to be coming from the mouths of my mother, until suddenly a scream exploded from her mouth

"Get out! Get out!"

Dylan emerged from the smokey room, his eyes looked red from crying and his hair stuck up and looked real messy. He charged towards the coatrack and grabbed his blue rain jacket that dad bought him 2 Christmas's ago and walked towards the door.

I could feel my palms get sweaty and my toes curled up in my boots

"Dylan?" I let out a little croak when I said his name, I couldn't believe it but I was on the verge of crying.

He turned to look at me and his expression softened.

"Lennon, I'll be back, don't worry, when she's asleep I'll come back"

"Don't leave me here alone with her, please" I whined. I couldn't help but plead to him for mercy, I hated being alone with "her" she was always yelling and then crying and then kicking and screaming. I couldn't stand her. It was a very long time ago that I came to realization that my mother was a drug addicted and I have never forgiven her for that. For the sake of god she's my mother.

A long breath escaped Dylan that made his soft brown hair fly up above his forehead.

"Lennon I can't take you where I'm going, I'll be back I promise"

I set down the watering can and crossed my arms, like the angry people did in the old TV shows I watch.

"Where are you going?"

He gave me a quick grin and then swiftly opened the door. He left. I was alone and I will admit it, I was scared.