You're All I Have

Chapter 1 동작

Some people think mornings are rough for them but, let's be honest; it's not. I wake every day at 5 am without knowing that my father is dead. I wake up, wash my face, do my hair, pick out my clothes, brush my teeth, and go downstairs for breakfast where I feel the presence of my father. But its indeed my baby brother.

My dad was murdered last year. I never knew exactly when because he had left us to go with his other wife my mother did not know about. He left my mom and I, along with his newborn son, Mateo. My father died along with his wife leaving Mateo signed over to me. I want to ask him why he did that, but instead, I ask myself.

My mother loves Mateo very much. She treats him and loves him as if he were her son. Every night, she gives him a warm bath, combs his hair in different directions, and reads him a story. She sometimes forgets that I exist. My mother always used to come to my room and talk to me. Wondering how school and friends were going, along with my dad. She leaves me in my room in the dark without even saying goodnight now.

I don't need to explain to her how life is going. It's good the way it is. At least that's what I think.

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I wake up to the sounds of Mateo laughing almost every morning. This time I didn't. My mom comes barging in my room with a worried expression on her face. She looks under my bed pulling boxes out, she looks through them rushing. "Mom? What's wrong?", I ask as she growls. "Shut up, I'm trying to think.",

I quickly jump off my bed and go to Mateo's room. I quietly open the door without letting it creak. I peak and see that he is sound asleep. I suddenly feel a hand around my arm with their fingernails digging in pulling me away from the door without letting me shut it. "He's sleeping, leave him alone.", I give her a disgusted look. "Why are you so mad? What's the matter?", She puts her hand on her forehead, rolling her eyes. I've gotten pretty used to this act of hers but not the way she is now. I can tell she's frustrated with me. "Do you need help? Are you sick?", crossing my arms, I lean against the wall.

She quickly runs downstairs so walk behind her. I see that there are suitcases lined up at the front of the door. She's busy looking for something in the closet. But she doesn't seem to notice that I'm right behind her, looking at the suitcases wondering why they're there. I think to myself. What is she doing? Is she leaving for good? I quickly and quietly run back upstairs and go to my room pretending I'm busy.

I can hear her footsteps coming up the stairs so I promptly get a towel so I can shower. "I'm going to the office, stay here and don't leave.", she says as she's closing the door, but I grab the door by the handle and pull it back to see her face. "What are you doing exactly?", I glare at her while she looks like I caught her red handed. "Might as well be honest now," I say with a death smile. She looks at me with fear. "We're leaving. Mateo and I are going to my parent's house and were staying there. You can come if you'd like.", As she's talking, she steps back hitting the small table we have in the hallway where we keep the keys. She's reaching for her keys and continues.

"I can't find Mateo's birth certificate or social security number in the house, so I'm going to the office where I think I left it.", she walks down the stairs and looks back. "When I get back, you better be packed up, or we were leaving without you.", I quickly snap at her. "What do you think you're doing? Taking Mateo away from me? I don't think so. You may have some motherly love spell on him but, I know damn well you're not planning on running away with him.", She looks at me with her eyes wide open. "Just stay the hell here, ill be back.", She slams the door hard. Hard enough for the picture on the wall to move.

I go back upstairs to think of an idea for her not to ever see Mateo again. I can't let her, I just can't. This might be my time to meet my brother for real this time finally. She never gave me a chance to even spend a day with him. I shower and quickly get dressed. As I pack my things, I remembered that everything was under my name.

My mom's credit cards, her bank account, even this house. I quickly make a call to the bank. My mom was not in sight in any of my information anymore. I also remembered that I kept Mateos files in my desk drawers. I grab them and put them in an extra folder. I run downstairs to realize I don't have much time left, so I put everything in the car in a hurry. I go to Mateos room and open the door slowly. His bag was already set up. I pick him up and wrap him around a blanket in my cape jacket. I step outside the front door and see that it's pouring.

I speed walk to the car and put him in his car seat. I get in the driver's seat and turn on the car. Am I really going to do this? I don't even know where to go.

The first thing I do is call my best friend, Wendy. As I'm dialing her phone number, I hear the rain hitting the car hard. It makes a single tear run down my cheek. Wendy quickly answers, "Hey girl, what's up?", I take a second to respond, "Wendy... I'm running away with Mateo. He's with me in the back seat. My mom and I argued, she was going to take Mateo away from me.", I burst into tears. I was now sobbing into the phone while Wendy was trying to calm me down. "Hey hey, it's fine. Please don't cry, come to my house, and you can stay here for a while. Your mom doesn't know me or where I live anyway.", I dry my tears. "Okay, I'll be there." I smile. "And Wendy, thank you for being a great person. I really love being best friends with you." there's a pause. "I'm really thankful for you too. I'd do anything for you. I'll see you in a bit." she hangs up.

I put the car in drive and leave. As I'm turning on the street leaving my house, I see my moms car on the opposite side of the road through my rear mirrors. She can't see me, but I can't see her at this point. She gets out of the car and runs inside. She then comes out screaming. "You bitch! Where are you?" I open my eyes wide and quickly drive away. Hopefully, she didn't see me.