Love, Dianne #NoMoreBullying

chapter 1

I never really knew much about my father. I can barely remember what his face looks like. I was two when he left. most of my memories from then was blurry.

Mom said he left us for another woman. In her anger and pain, she burnt all of his belongings and moved us away from London.

Mom was left in a broken and depressed state so she turned to alcohol for support. Keeping a far distance away from me.

She wasn't always around and I was left in the care of a nanny or babysitter.

But a few years ago, she decided to stop drinking after she hit my head with a vase ,almost putting me in a comma in her drunken state.

She was an alcoholic.

When she realized this, she tried to stop.

She couldn't completely do it.

Once in a while, she would come home drunk and think I was my father. She would yell at me and try to hurt me.

I know that isn't my mom. She doesn't really mean anything she says or does when she's drunk.

I know that because every time she hurt me, she would always apologize when she came to her senses.

Forget about all that.

The only thing I had that reminded me of my father is an old teddy bear he gave me on my second birthday.

I named him Ted and if you hugged him tight enough you will hear my father's voice telling me to never give up.

Ted became my best friend. I wasn't very social. I don't have a single friend.

I've been homeschooled all my life. I wasn't forced to do so, I chose to .

I enjoy being in an environment I'm familiar with and I learnt easily. Not that I don't go out. But it was occasionally.

Mom tried to make sure that I don't turn out socially awkward.
Key word tried.

Mom must have forgotten my birthday again.

I sat on my bed. Legs folded Indian style, my best friend in my hand and a cupcake with a small candle in front of me.

I was indecisive.

What should I wish for ?

Should I wish for my father to come? Or more friends , to marry my crush or to finally have a life .

Lord help me.

Then I could hear a car park next to my house.

He's back. He went to Hawaii for his summer vacation. I was elated.

So I closed my eyes and wished for true love.

And as cliché as that was, it was what I wanted the most.

I blew out my candle and split the cupcake into two for me and Ted.

Swallowing the last piece of cake.
I licked my lips savouring the taste before it goes.

My door abruptly opened and my mom came in . Barely walking.

" Henry yoh... You bastard "
I winced when she called my father's name.

" mom you are drunk again" I stated backing away slowly.

" you...you le..left me for haar" she said

" mom "

" afteer al.all I ded for yuh "

" mom " I said scooting away from my bed going strait for my door but she followed me.

" hoooow could you "

Almost there I thought as I reached for the door.

" fuck you .... Yoh chet" she said throwing my bedside lamp towards me and she missed my lamp hitting the door and shattering instead.

I walked carefully towards her and helped her to her room.

Pulling off her shoes, I tucked her to bed.

I went back to my room careful not to step on the pieces of the lamp she broke.

I grabbed Ted and hugged him.

Never give up honey