I'M NOT ENTIRENLY HERE
Since his final goodbye, the boy had been more or less locked inside his own head. He really tried to let go of his father, but it was a terrible hard task.
He didn't want to let go, because 'to let go' meant to truly accept that he was dead and gone for good.
The boy did actually never really love his father -maybe when he was a little child- but when his dad laid a hand on him for the first time, all that trust and love was gone. One second, one movement and everything was ruined.
He could forgive him now thought, he was older now, and knew that he was sick. It had never really been he who hit his son, it was that this who fucked with his head.
The boy knew that his dad would never do those things to him if he was himself, and that was enough for him, but still, it did of course hurt; both those terrible things he did to him and his death.
Even if he was a shitty dad, he was the only dad the boy had, and he did kind of miss him.
He tried to shake all these thoughts out of his head while he filled his old backpack with stuff he needed when he and his (more or less) sister would leave. They had decided to bring as few things as possible; they would have to move around a lot -stay at hotels or campings- before they would maybe find someone to stay with, and it would just sink them if they bought a lot of things with them.
The plan was easy; The fifteen-year old should steal her dad's car and they would leave the state. She knew how to drive (the boy had taught her) so she could easily make it to the park where he would take over.
The two of them would bring all of their own and parts of their parents saving and leave. Leave and hopefully never come back, they didn't have anything to come back to anyways.
The only thing that was bothering the boy was the fact that he was about to leave his father, which meant that he had to let go. He had to leave a part of himself buried six feet underground in a small shitty town that he planned to never come back to.
It felt like he could never really be entirely himself ever again.
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daddy issues
Conto"drugs comes with side effects" He was strong on the outside. But weak inside. She was weak at the outside. But strong inside. Based on the song 'daddy issues' by 'the neighburhood' Not finished. Words count:
