Running From Yesterday

Chapter Two

I sat at the piano in my living room. It was quite beautiful and was still in mint condition. It was my grandmothers, but now the black polished grand piano belonged to me. My grandmother taught me how to play when I was only a little girl. I thought back to the time when I played my very first song on this piano. It was twinkle twinkle little star. She was so happy to see how excited I was at my attempt to play the popular tune. I tapped my foot to the beat as I played continuously. I felt so accomplished and proud. From that day on I never stopped playing. It grew to be a favorite hobby of mines. It was something my grandma and I shared.

Those moments belonged to us. We had a bond that was so strong and you were able to see that through the music we played together. However, she was gone now. And those distant memories stayed locked in my mind. Something I could never forget.

My fingers graced the keys slowly. My eyes were closed as I played a sweet melody. I played the song Hello by Evanescence. I taught myself how to play it. I played various songs from artists ranging from many different genres.

I am eighteen, so I have been playing the piano for many years now. I had gotten quite good. But like I said it was only a hobby of mines. Something to do in my spare time, it was nothing serious. There was just something about getting carried away in the music that made me feel at peace. Something about not just listening to the music, but playing and creating it. It was amazing how music could do such a thing.

I got so lost in the music that I jumped when the door blasted open. Being startled, I stopped playing immediately and turned around to see my parents yelling at each other.

"Don't give me that bullshit! I know damn well you didn't go to work!" My mother screamed as she stomped her way from the front door to the kitchen.

Trailing behind her was my dad as he slammed the door shut so loud that it shook the picture frames that hung from the walls. "Oh Darlene will you give it a break. I've been working my ass off trying to keep a roof over our heads!"

My mother glared at him as she started ransacking the kitchen seaching for something. Then finding what she was looking for she grabbed a stack of papers that were stored inside a kitchen drawer. "Oh really?! Is that why we're behind on all our bills. The same bills you tried hiding from me and telling me you handled everything? Is that right Howard?"

He grew angry and he narrowed his eyes at my mother. "I'm the only one working! We wouldn't be behind on our bills if you weren't so damn lazy and got a job!" He yelled as his face became red.

"We wouldn't be behind on the bills if you weren't a lying bastard! Sleeping around with little hussies behind my back and saying you were working overtime. Did you think you could get away with that?!" She threw the heap of papers and envelopes at him.

My father then became enraged and lifted his hand towards her and slapped her in the face. As soon as I saw this I jumped up and ran towards my parents. I threw myself in front of my mother. "Don't touch her!" I hissed. This happened all too much. I was tired of the arguing and the fighting.

She flinched at the hit. "You're pathetic!" she growled.

He gave my mother a harsh peircing stare for which seemed like an eternity. He then shook his head. "You're lucky you have me. You would be out on the streets if I weren't here supporting your ass!" he grumbled. My dad then stormed out of the house and drove off in his car.

This always happened. After a heated argument, he would take off. Often returning late in the evening or sometimes even days later. Their marriage grew sour when my mother quit her job to become a full time author. My dad then became the soul provider. They started to become more and more distant after that. Then all these confrontations started when my mother seen a text on his phone from some girl asking him if he wanted to hook up. She questioned him about it but he denied it and said he didn't know what she was talking about.

My mother released a sigh. "I can't stand your father," She said softly as she began to cry. "I tried to make this work, but I just can't do this anymore."

I moved my arms around her and hugged her tightly as she sobbed. "It's okay mom, you still have me." I was always the one to comfort her after the disputes.

"I'm so sorry you have to go through this sweety," She said as she continued to weep.

I didn't respond. I just let her cry. I loved both of my parents. I really did. If only we could rewind time back to when everything was good. When there was no problems. Where everyone was happy.

A lot has happened over the years. It was almost unbelievable. How could things get so bad so fast? Why did these things have to happen? Why us? Why my family. I just wanted to rewrite our history so the present wouldn't be this. But unfortunately, the past is something we can never get back, no matter how hard we try.