I will soon forget the color of your eyes (in editing)

chapter 11 final

AN: this is the last chapter of this book but there will be a sequel that will hopefully be out soon. Till then enjoy.

*Kellin’s view*

“Dad”

I wanted to throw up when those awful words slipped past my lips. He looked exactly the same way he did four years ago. His eyes pierce my soul every time he looked my way, his head looked as if it had been buzzed but was growing back, and he needed to shave his face. His small but muscular frame stood up from the couch place a half empty bottle of beer on the glass coffee table.

‘Of course he’s drinking’

I rolled my eyes but quickly regret it when I fall to the ground cupping my cheek. I hear a gasp come from behind me and turn to see my mother holding the two bags from the mall. Her face held shock and soon filled with sympathy. Mom placed the bags down and stepped around my collapsed body and wraps her arms around my so called father. I’m not even sure he is my real dad. We look nothing alike except for maybe height.

She nuzzles her face into the crook of his neck making his wrap his arms around her and smirk at my expressing. My eyes filled with anger and hatred as I watched my mother go back to the same man that put her in the hospital for a month.

“Why the fuck are you back, you asshole” I growl at him. He let’s go of my mother and slowly walks up to me. His smirk add fallen and was replaced with a frown. He bent down and grabbed hold of my neck, pulling me to my feet. He slammed me up against the wall and go up in my face.

“Do not speak to me like that” he growled. His breath reeked of alcohol and cigarettes.

“Rian, please. Let him go” my mother whispered.

“Don’t tell me what to do you stupid bitch.” She shrugged off his comment and took the bags up stairs to her room, leaving my dad to continue to strangle me.

I started to see stars and struggled to get oxygen into my body. I clawed at his hands and he just rolled his eyes, letting go of me. I collapsed on the ground and gently massaged my neck. My Dad walked away from me laughing and trudged his way up stairs and into my mother’s room, closing the door behind him. I sat there rubbing my neck for a while but stopped as soon as a loud scream followed by a low deep moan filled the house.

‘EW! EW! EW!’

After catching my breath and regaining my strength, I threw on my jacket and stumble out of the house into the pouring rain where the street was lit but the air was dark. I held myself tightly as I dragged my feet against the pavement, squinting into the rain. I decided that I was going to go to the park to kill time, even though I might get hyperthermia while there. Oh well. When I reached the park the rain had let up and it was now only a light sprinkle. The moon was high and seemed as if it was waving to me, calling me, mocking me. I sat on the swing’s and rocked myself back and forth trying to get as high as I could. I was determined to confront the moon for mocking me. And no one was going to stop me. I become frustrated when the chain of the swings restrained me from captioning the moon and claiming it as mine. I hopped off the swings and headed up the hill where if you walk far enough you reach a cliff which was the highest point in the entire city and hangs like a glass ordainment over it. I walked up the path and when I got close enough, I crouched down and inched over to the edge. The lights of the city looked the stars that lit up the sky. I felt my stomach drop when I looked directly down and saw tall green trees. I backed away from the edge and leaned against a lone tree that swayed in the wind.