The Only Reason { f. g. }

Prologue

Aiden

Summer vacation was finally here. It wasn't so thrilling for me though considering the fact that I had to move back to my old hometown with my dick of a father.

There was a reason mom left with me and Sydney when we were younger. Dad turned into an abusive, alcoholic prick after he lost his job, then decided to go off the deep end. My mother was a stay at home mom so she couldn't bring in money at the time. Leaving my dad to provide for us. But of course his lazy ass couldn't go out and keep a steady job. Most of the time he would get fired from small jobs because he was drunk on duty.

He was a popular man in his line of work for a long time. He fixed cars for a living and at the time we were the only car repair shop in town because of how small it is here. That is until a new and improved car shop opened up, bringing in all of our old customers. When my dad went out of business it was like he gave up. Granted, cars were all he ever knew, but he had a family to raise. I guess he preferred alcohol over his own wife and kids.

After two years of dealing with my dads bullshit, my mom finally realized enough was enough and moved out, taking me and my sister with her. I'm glad she finally got us all out of there but the years of abuse we suffered will never be able to leave us. The worst part isn't experiencing it yourself, it's witnessing it being done to people you love. I could take my fathers harsh words and brutal hits but seeing my mom and my sister be hurt by a man who was supposed to care and protect them?

That...that was absolute hell. I would try and help them. I would take hits that were meant for my sister so she wouldn't have to deal with the pain or scars, and I would hold her when she would have bad nightmares about the evil man. When I would see my dad hitting my mom I would always try and reach for the phone to call the police but my mother always told me not to.

Still to this day i'm not exactly sure why she never wanted me to. Maybe it was because she was scared that my father would be taken away, or maybe she was scared she wouldn't be able to provide for us by herself, no matter what though, I will never forgive her for putting Sydney through all of that pain. She let him hit her, she let him touch her...I hate them both. There isn't an once of love I have left for either one of my parents. It wasn't just my dads fault, it was my mothers too. She allowed him to do those cruel things to her and didn't do anything to stop it. Now Sydney will forever have those horrid memories in her head.

I regret ever feeling sympathy for my mother. I loved her when he hit her but now I know that she, in a way deserved it, for letting her husband hurt their children the way he did. She never bothered to take the alcohol away from him either. It bothers me that my mother is now a successful lawyer and is still a shitty mother. I practically raised Sydney, I didn't mind though because at least I knew she was safe with me. But now i'm scared for her, she doesn't have her big brother to protect her anymore. She's left in that house alone with our cruel mother and the man she now calls her fiancé. Sydney's fifth teen now and i'm hoping if anything were to happen she could defend herself...but god if that man ever touches her. I told her she can call me at anytime if she needs anything or if she just wants to talk, so i'm hoping and expecting for a lot of calls.

I know, a big brother actually wanting his baby sister to call him? Well if you've been through anything we've been through then you'll have a bond like ours that's similar to super glue.

It's been a week since I moved in with the man i'm supposed to call my father. Surprisingly he meant it when he told me he's gotten better at not drinking, and wouldn't be drinking with me in the house now. He said he started going to anger management classes and rehab when my mom moved out. But just because he's kept his word so far doesn't mean I didn't notice the alcohol in a cupboard, sneakily stored away.

I'm supposed to be staying here only for the summer thankfully, then it's time to go off to college. I applied for some engineering college and a college that offers a good baseball program and I somehow got accepted into both. But i'm not entirely sure that those are the routes I want to go down. I love baseball, but I don't think it's my passion and the engineering school was my moms input. I'm not even sure I want to go to college. One things for sure though, i'm definitely not staying in this house that holds so many horrid memories for longer than I have too.