There was a boy his name was Kyle. He was a depressed 15 year old whose life just hasn't gone right. It all started when he was two years old and his mom died of cancer. He doesn't remember her very well. Then two years later when he was four his dad went to prison. It was all because one day him and dad we're eating dinner. Then his dad gotta a text. He put his phone down got up and grabbed his 22 and said "son go up stairs." Tears gathered in his eyes when he saw his dad's gun. He slowly went up stairs. He stood behind the railing. He saw his uncle in the door way. His dad and uncle were arguing over something, the voices were raised. He turned around to go to his room then he heard a gun shot. He turned back around tears poured down. His dad came in all bloody told him that he loved him and called 9-1-1. He saw his uncle lying there and his blood was everywhere. He heard his dad talking on the phone, "I just killed my brother, I have a four year old son named Kyle. I want him to go somewhere safe. My address is 1914 W. Sycamore Street." He said to the police. Kyle ran to his dad, gave him a huge hug and said,"Dad, please don't go, I love you, please stay with me." His dad didn't say anything. He just held Kyle. Shortly after the police officers showed up with ambulance and fire trucks. Kyle watched his dad get taken away to the car in hand cuffs. Kyle ran after him, pounded on the window screaming, "Daddy! Daddy!" One of the police officers grabbed him and pulled him away from the car. Kyle lost grip and ran after the car that had taken his dad away. After a month be saw his dad in court. They originally sentenced his dad with 25 years in prison, but since Kyle was a witness he got his dad's sentence reduced to 17 years in prison. Ever since that day he's lived in multiple foster homes, gotten into lots of trouble, went to juvie three times, and tried to commit suicide multiple times. To this day he is the unwanted foster kid with no friends.
His dad still has four years left in prison, but he will never get to live with him again. Every time someone talks about their mom and dad's, he imagines that day all over again, just gets more and more depressed each day. A year later Kyle was at the bar drinking his pain away when this girl walked up to him and sat down with him. He thought to him self this is a dream this cannot be happening, but it was. He got to know this girl in two hours of talking. This was the first person who cared for him in forever. Her name was Lilly, had blonde hair and blue eyes. He instantly fell for her. She was the love of his life. just 3 months later they were married and she was carrying his baby but only 2 months along. Lilly had a motorcycle and Kyle loved to ride on it. Where they live only the driver needs a helmet. One night they were going on a late night ride. They were on a road that seemed to never end. They were going really fast and he asked her to slow down. She said tell me you love me first. He said okay and told her he loved her and to now slow down. She said first give me a huge hug, so he hugged her and then demanded her to slow down she said first take my helmet it's hurting my head. He did then put it on. She asked him to do all this stuff cause she realized the breaks were broken. She had gave him her helmet because she knows how much he had gone through and knew his dad would be out soon. She was saving his life. Then he yelled at her to slow down as they approached a 4-way. She said that she was sorry and that she loved him. They were going so fast that they went through a car half way. He survived, but his wife and baby did not. He had a broken arm and a dead wife and kid. He thought his life finally better. He wasn't depressed for a while. Lilly's parents were devastated for their loss, but knew about Kyle and his rough life, they cared and loved him. They told him he could come live with them.
