The Hybrid's Sons

Chapter Thirty-Two

I stand up off of my bed and go to the closet right next to the bathroom. I remember putting a box in there once filled with all of the mementoes from when I was a kid. There are billions of pictures, art and crafts from when I was younger, even a blankie that papa gave me when I first arrived to the pack. All of the things that I haven't been able to part with because of the meaning of them. I'll probably have to keep them with me for the rest of my life, I'm not very good at getting rid of meaningful things.

 I know that there must be some memories in here that can show Dad that I love him, that he has been the father that I've always wanted and more. All of my fathers have never been anything but good to us. I know Dad was going through a rough patch the past few days, losing Laney has hit him the hardest for some reason out of all of us. I know he blamed me, but I was also blaming myself, I was the one to blame in this situation, I am blaming myself, so why should I be mad that someone else was blaming me too?

I finally find the box on the top shelf. I sigh when I unsuccessfully jump a few times and try to grab the large shoes box. I don't know whose shoes they were, but I don't think they were mine originally. I look around my room and look for someway for me to climb up there and get run box down.

The only thing I can find that seems as if it would be somewhat decent is my laundry basket, which I now notice is overflowing. I seriously need to clean my clothing, it's gross when you have a wear dirty clothes again after they had been sitting in your dirty laundry basket for a week.

I flip the laundry basket over and lug it into the closet. It barely fits, so I hope it works, since it is causing me more stress to try and position it right in the closet so I can step on it safely. The basket is still slightly sideways and I know I am going to have to hop up quick, grab the shoe box, and hop down before it either breaks, or it tips over.

I jump, which was probably not a smart idea now that I think about it, onto the basket and reach up for the shoe box. I'm barely able to swipe at it with my hand before the basket underneath me gives way and I am falling to the ground. Gratefully, and not at the same time, the swipe I was able to make at the basket hit it hard enough that it came tumbling down and landing right on top of me.

I grunt as the box hits me and pant as I look up at the ceiling. I now know what people talk about when they say your life lasses before your eyes, I feel as if everything I once felt, flashed before me in the last second I was falling to the floor. I groan, but get off of the ground anyways. I see that the basket is now ruined, crack straight down the middle and I groan knowing I am somehow going to have to tell Daddy how it had broke.

I walk out of the closet, leaving the stupid broken basket and sit back down on my bed, the spot where I had sat when I was talking to Dad. I hope there is something in the bag that can show Dad that I do love him, and that he hasn't ever done anything wrong in my eyes.