Split

Shyness

Marcel's POV

I didn't think it was possible to like someone so quickly. The thing is that I don't know everything about her and she didn't know everything about me and I hope it stays that warty. She seems to be a genuinely nice person but I just don't want to hurt her.

She always manage to blush when I speak to her and I've only known her for about an hour. It's some what cute but I don't know why I feel the same way on the inside though. No one had ever rated me the way she had in this now hour and fifteen minutes compared to my whole life. My mum was never around but my father tried his best to raise me right all on his own. People always assume my mom was there for me because of all the stereotypes, but my dad tried his best to stick by me. He had two or even three jobs sometimes to get money for bills, food and just to get me things to try to make me happy. My mum never sent in a single check, birthday card, letter. NOTHING! Now I have to live with the thoughts of when my parents used to argue and fight over me when I was 6 and 7 when there relationship started to fall apart.

My mum was stressed by work and believe financial struggles so she turned to drugs and alcohol to relieve her stress. She wouldn't home for two days even a week sometimes. My dad have to leave home to go find her do I didn't  have to see get in her drugged state. I remember one say in particular my mom came home so high she was hallucinating that bugs were on her and demons were following her. She lost control, she hit everything and everyone in get path. Even me and my father. She smacked to the ground, punched and kicked me and my father. He tried to control her but it was no use. He literally had to fight her to get her to stop. He asked me to call 9-1-1, and that was treacherous.

My mum ended up getting rehab, she left a few times but they managed to get her under control. She wanted to see me a few times but my father never let her. She even showed up to our house a few times. She was never clean when that happened, but when she was she never attempted to be in my life in anyway. If I saw that little prick of a bitch mother of mine I would flip on her and make her for all the wrong she has done to me.

So the way Margie is treating me right now makes me feel like to good person I appear to be. Beneath me lies dark secrets that no one human being will be able to comprehend on there own. I won't say I haven't done extremely wrong things in the sake of my mum's absence, but what my mum did really strike me as a person and I don't even know who I really am sometimes.

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