The Bird With One Wing // Klance

Chapter twenty one • Deck the Halls

Lance was okay. He was doing good, actually. After a couple days of resting at home and having a few bad tummy aches now and then, he healed pretty well. His mommy made him chicken soup because she believed that it worked as well as treatments. My babe got a couple stitches too, on his lips and forhead.

I learned after the day that daddy and I went to his house that my father had studying nursing for free as an opportunity. All this time he was gone, my family thought he lived with that other rich lady forever. Turns out, he divorced her two years ago and left to pursue a career for extra money despite already being wealthy. It was... sort of his plan I guess. It wasn't for us, but for himself. We were all poor... daddy's plan was to find a rich women, share his love for her,  take her money, leave her the second he gets a free job, then return to us to help support our poor family with all that money he possesses. It is unclear if the last step was even a part of his plan, but he chose the right thing to do. It's cruel for that wench, i'd say... but I never liked that other lady, so I sided with daddy on this one.

For the past few weeks, i've been visiting Lance's home more often to help him when he was laying down hurt. He was depressed for awhile, angry because his high school reputation went down dramatically after the teens leaked rumors that he was gay, which was only half true. Lance is bisexual, he likes women too. He would cry and stress over it, screaming about how much he hated high school and that he lost some of his friends because they didn't want to accept that he had any attraction to men. They're fools... Lance doesn't deserve them. As long as he knows I still care about him, I think it's fine. Less friends that are good is way better than having a lot of friends that are bad.

Lance and I got into a huge fight with each other. I did not like that we had another fight, but it already happened so I couldn't do anything about it.

He blamed me for him being depressed now and I was guilty even before that. I know that this was my fault... I should have saved Lance the right way but I didn't. I was too weak, too dumb to defend someone I loved. I expected him to get angry at me, that was no surprise.

So, we ignored each other for one week. When I came back to visit him because I missed him too much, Lance was still angry. But not at me, he was angry with his mother. So Anderson was right after all, hm... Lance's mom isn't a good one. She's kind to visitors but when she's alone with her son, she hits him several times and it's just painful to think about. It was only the days that we was weak and hurt that she took it down a notch.

We went back to being in love after that. And suddenly, so quickly, a whole new holiday came. Anderson wasn't here to explain like he said he would, so mommy had to do so. She told us what Christmas was about and me and my siblings ended up loving the idea of it.

Our house was not decorated like our neighbors. No snowmen, no blinking lights, no Santa statues, no metal reindeers on the front yard. After we all mastered the knowledge about Christmas, we ended up celebrating it as well like the good Christians we were. Daddy however, didn't celebrate because he was an atheist. But he said that he was okay with doing so if we enjoyed it.

My siblings and I sat in the kitchen wearing matching Christmas fluffy socks with reindeers on them that mommy bought from Wal-Mart. The sweaters were a bit overpriced and itchy despite it being a cheap store, so mommy didn't want to buy us those and waste money. So, we wore out own sweaters from our closets along with our casual pajama pants. The snow fell very little outside the window. It was pleasing to stay indoors, being cozy on a Christmas morning during winter. We were all attempting to make ginger bread cookies at the moment; later, we'll bake the house. I think i'm the worst one... all my cookies were trashily decorated.