Hope

Chapter 2

So, dad spends a lot of time away. When he does come home, he's normally with some random female. Isaac and I, we've learned to survive without a parents. We've practically been raising ourselves since mom's passing. Whenever social services comes, we all put on a brave front and pretend like we're okay. Like everything that goes on here is normal. I know dad's hurting. I get him. I just... it just would be nice to have someone who's there sometimes... you know?

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"Good morning kids?"

Dad said as he walked downstairs.

"How was your night?" I casually asked him.

"Fine, yours?"

"Fine. I made scrambled eggs. Help yourself."

"Yum." He made two plates, then took them to his room.

I know why. I always know why. So does Isaac and he's only eight.

"Have fun." I sighed.

Have fun. Am I really that stupid. Have fucking fun knocking your girlfriend up. Getting us another sibling who I'm not biologically, well not technically related to, but yeah, have fucking fun.

Ugh.

I threw the plate on the floor, cracking the tile, and shattering the plate, making glass go everywhere.

"Geez. What's up with you?" Isaac asked.

"Dad. Guess where he's at. Guess where he's always fucking at."

"Maybe you should take a break." He suggested.

"What? From life?"

He just stared at me.

"I would really... really love to." I said the last part a little bit calmer.

"I'll sweep up the glass."

"Let me. I don't want you to cut yourself." I told him.

"I'm eight. Not five. I'm capable of sweeping up glass. Go. Relax. We all need a break sometimes."

"Okay." I went up to my room; lied on my bed; and put my headphones in. I listened to some good, ole', classic 90's pop.

This is my life. My shattering life. My brother shouldn't be picking up the pieces for me. Then again, I shouldn't be picking up the pieces for my dad, either. He wouldn't be picking up the pieces for me and I wouldn't be picking up the pieces for my dad if our dad was just there for us. This is our life though. Isaac hardly remembers life before Avery's passing. He was only 6. I remember it a lot. Before Avery passed away. Before our mom left us. Life was great. We would always go on these little Adventures on Saturday. She called them "satentures". I loved her quirky words. She was one of a kind. I miss her. Her and Avery. In our house hold though, there is no time for missing people. Dad's busy attempting to knock his one-night girlfriends up and I'm busy running the household. It's life though. It's our life.

Dad opened the door. I took out my earbuds. "You okay kiddo?" He asked.

"Won't your girlfriend wonder where you're at? Why are you talking to me?" I asked.

"She left."

"Oh... why? She didn't like my eggs?"

"Of course she liked your eggs. Everyone loves your cooking."

"They're just eggs." I interrupted.

"She just had something she had to do."

"Oh... okay."

"So... what's up?"

"Nothing." I put my earbuds back in.

He just stood there and stared at me for a little while.

"Bye." I rudely said.

He walked out and closed the door.

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