Silence

He's gone

Elliot's POV

It's been a couple of hours since I came to my room, and I haven't moved from my curled position.

My parents aren't arguing anymore but it is unusually quiet. Maybe they left.

Slowly unraveling myself I stand up and make my way to my door.

Walking downstairs, I hear a knock at the door. I don't think mom or dad invited anyone over.

Making my way to the door, I hear the voices of my mom and dad in the kitchen.

Ignoring them I open the door to some girl.

Taking a good look in her appearance she's actually really pretty. She has long almost brown hair but you could tell it's blonde, and the brightest blue eyes I've ever seen.

She's dressed in ripped black jeans with a black and white striped top that stops about the mid of her stomach.

"H-hello, my parents and I just moved in next door. And she told me to come introduce myself and she made a batch of chocolate chip cookies" she says nervously, holding out a pan with cookies.

Nodding I grab the pan, isn't it usually the other families bringing their new neighbor cookies or something.

"Also do you happen go to Magnus high school? Oh and my names Violet" she asks adding her name.

Hmm Violet, I like that.

Again I nod, she looks at me expectantly "Elliot what the hell are doing come over here," my dad shouts, sending violet an apologetic smile i shut the door.

Part of me is glad he shouted at me, for once. I'm not one to talk so he kinda pulled me out of doing that.

Walking into the kitchen, dad looks angry and moms eyes are puffy, she's been crying.

"Now why were you at the door," he asks, "new neighbors, they brought us cookies." I mutter holding out the pan, placing it on the table.

"Talk louder" he says angrily, well someone had a bad day. "There's new neighbors, they sent someone to say hi and they made us cookies" I repeat a little louder.

I should've stayed in my room.

Maybe if I just slip past, I can make it to my room. By the looks of it, he's mad.

About what, I'm not sure but I surely do not want to know.

I only know this because his normally brown eyes, were darker in a way, making them look black. Also because he was glaring at me.

Before I could do anything, I felt that same stinging sensation on my cheek, not again.

Lifting my hand to my cheek, I stare blankly at him. I just want to run, run to my room, where I'm safe.

But I can't, it's like my legs are frozen, like I'm paralyzed. Unable to move, stuck in place. Afraid.

Afraid of what would happen.

"I'm leaving and when I come back, there better be beer in the fridge" he practically yells, before finally walking out of my view.

I jump as I hear the door slam, finally breaking me out of my trance.

Bringing myself to move I quickly make my way to my room, once again laying on my bed staring at my ceiling.

I tend to do this a lot, but this time. This time it seems different.

That weird look he gave me, it makes me question if he's even the father I knew.

Yet it gave me the clarity, I needed to believe that my thoughts are true.

The dad I had, who love me and mom more than the world itself.

He's gone.

And all that's left is a shell. A visual. It looks like him, sounds like him. But it's not him, and it never will be. My dad is gone.

Forgetting the thought I decide I might as well go get his beer before he come back, I get up and make my way towards the door.

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