#32 The Decision

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#32 The Decision 

I walked through the pouring rain. The flowers I held were drooping from all the water. As I walked past the head stones, I finally reached my fathers. It read:

"Rodger Williams: 1966-2014
Loving Father"

I set the flowers in front of his name, wiping away the wet leaves on the marble stone. I sat down and leaned against the cold stone.

"Hi.... I know I don't visit you a lot... It's really hard to come here. Mom doesn't even want me coming here. She says that I will become even more depressed than I already am, but today has just been-" I began to sob, "it's been really hard. Everywhere I look, I-I can't stop thinking about you."

Tears were falling down my face almost as fast as the rain. I brought my knees up to my chest, letting the rain wash away the pain.

"I miss you daddy..." I can barely say out loud, "I am so sorry that this happened to you..."

My lip kept quivering.

"I love you so much..."

If almost to make this situation worse, a flash of lightning struck across the sky. I jumped and pulled out my phone.

Crap! I'm late for dinner.

"Bye daddy." I kissed the stone and ran back to my car.

I sat in the car for about five minutes just to compose myself. The rain pounded down on the car. I wiped my fallen mascara and eyeliner of my cheeks. I can't let my mom see that I was crying.

Once I was ready, I started the car and backed out of the cemetery. I headed down the road and stopped at the intersection on Second Street and Cherry Tree Avenue. I looked around and saw the corner that had many unlit candles and flowers. I shook that memory out of my head and kept driving when the car behind me honked, taking me out of my hypnotic state.

Once I got home, I grabbed my backpack out of the trunk and ran to the porch. My hair was dripping wet so I wrung out as much water as I could. I opened the front door and quietly came in. My mom was eating dinner at the table by herself, and I vim could tell she was not in the best mood.

"Hi Mom." I said while dropping my backpack near the door.

"Where have you been?" She set down her fork.

"I was at Jamie's house, doing homework, like I told you." I lied through my teeth.

"Then why are you soaking wet?" She stood up and circled me.

"Well I forgot my jacket, so when going in between the house and the car I-"

"Stop lying to me." She stopped in front of me.

"Mom, I'm not-"

She grabbed my face and forced me to look down.

"I see the red dirt on your boots from the cemetery! Don't you see it?!?" She was practically pulling my hair downward.

"Ow let go!" I cried.

"I told you never to go back there!" She threw me to the side so that I hit the wall. I fell to the ground

"Ow!" I rubbed my head.

"Tarlan! Why would you go there?!?" She grabbed my wrists and pulled me up. I turned my head away from her.

"Answer me!" She shook me.

"I don't want to be here anymore." I looked at her with hurt laced in my eyes. "Not here.... not with you."

"How dare you- just for saying that so will make sure that you will stay here...forever."

She grabbed me by my hair. She dragged me up the stairs and into my room as I practically screamed my head off.

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