Life Without You//A Hamliza Story//Sequel

Ch 52

Eliza POV

     The second we walked through the doors, memories flooded my mind. The first thing I saw was the woods next to my house. I used to spend all summer in these woods, just singing, drawing, or just thinking. I would also come here if I was having boy problems. Ahem, mainly in my senior year if you remember. 

      The scenery was just as beautiful as I remembered, maybe more. The huge trees crowded the whole land. Some of them had branches that was leaning towards the ground to climb. The top of the trees were flooded with huge, thick leaves and more branches as the sunshine broke through them and swam through the wood. The only sounds were the sounds of animals from the chirping of birds to the sound of deer stepping through the thick and deep snow. 

     In the middle of all this was a flat and open area. The only thing there was the rock were I would lay or sit on every day and just live my life. 

Philip- Is this what the future is like? It's not as fun as I thought it would be.... I think I want to go home now. 

Eliza- Don't worry, it will get better, trust me. 

     He nods and grabs my hand, standing close to me. I look around and every emotion flooded me at once. Happiness for being back home, nervousness for being back and messing something up, anger at the thought of how my life is different here because of my father still being here, sadness for what the year is, and fear for what Alex may do if he ever finds out about this. Because, believe me, he's going to be pissed. But as long as Philip is happy, I'm fine. 

     We walked through the woods to the point where we got to my home. The three story house still stood there. I stared at it in awe.

Philip- What's that?

Eliza- That's one of my homes.

Philip- What do you mean?

     Welp, now I have to share... that again. I really don't want to, but I have to, or he's going to ask me for the rest of the day or until he forgets about it. 

Eliza- Well...

     I think of a way to explain this, but soon cringe at it. No one should go through what my father put me and John through. 

Eliza- You know how yesterday, we talked about sexuality and how me and your father is bi?

Philip- Yes...

Eliza- We told you to love whoever you want and respect anyone, even if they aren't straight right?

     He nods slowly.

Eliza- Well, my father didn't really, let's say, appreciate the fact of my sexuality. 

     That's all I want to say. But I look down at him and he was looking up for more. Fine then.

Eliza- So, when I was young and before I was 100% sure about my sexuality, I met a girl who was really nice. She would listen to me anytime I needed help with problems and helped me with homework. She would come home every day. After a few months, my father grew suspicious and thought I was turning... well, gay. And there's nothing wrong with that, but he didn't like it, which is one thing I hope you are never to grow up like. So, he made me leave her, so that left me with no friends, only my sisters. After awhile, he figured out that I was secretly hanging out with her, and started to...

     I didn't want to tell him. I didn't want to tell my nine, almost ten year old, son that my father and mother got divorced. And I certainly don't want to tell him that he would physically abuse me and made me depressed and cut myself a lot. He's too young. And I don't want him to think that all dads hurt their kids. He may think that Alex will start to hurt him. He can't think that way.