Basically Together

Chapter 5~ Oh, That's Cool

Video to the side is of Mary Lambert's "Secrets."

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Chapter 5~ Oh, That's Cool

To say I was surprised would be a complete understatement. I was just disappointed at the least. My mom didn't even tell us where we were moving to. For all I know we could be moving to Antarctica or Alaska to go swimming with the fucking penguins.

My mom is such a bitch. I doubt she even has a reason to make us move.

I stormed out of my room leaving Sissy sitting on the bed, trying to calm her tears down. Almost slipping on the steps, my body guided itself into the kitchen where I noticed a half drunken bottle of whiskey sitting on the counter. Of course.

I needed to talk some sense into my mom. I think the alcohol has finally gone to her brain and messed it up.

Trudging back up the stairs, I knocked on my mother's bedroom door.

No response.

So, being the inpatient person I am, I threw the unlocked door open, watching my mom look out the window with her whiskey in her right hand. I silently walked over to her. And being the brave soul, I yanked the bottle out of her hand, "accidentally" dropping it, having the glass bottle and the little bit of liquid left in it remaining broken on the carpet flooring.

"What the hell was that!" My mother exclaimed, obviously furious. She got up from the bed and walked, more like stumbling over to me.

Before she got the chance to lay a finger on my body, I yelled at the top of my lungs.

"STTOOPPP!"

Surprisingly, she stopping her attempt at walking, and say back down on the bed. I then sat next to her, hugging her. After a few seconds, she wraps her arms around my back, pulling me close, sharing this memorable embrace with me. I suddenly brought my lips up to her ear.

"Why are we moving, mom?" I whispered, tearing up a little bit.

"It's your fath-er" she stuttered. I suddenly heard her force out a little sob.

"What happened?"

"He-he, got out of jail."

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention the reason as to why my parents got divorced, making my mom an insensitive alcoholic.

My dad was never the most nicest person you'd meet. He had a great life, a great family, great job, great friends, and most importantly, a great amount of money. So, when my dad wasted all of our family's money on stuff for himself, we were officially broke.

So, since one of my dad's best buds was one of the most richest people in the state, my dad asked him if he could lend our family some money. But he said no, making my dad furious since his friend probably had so much money he didn't know what to do with.

So, that night, my dad snuck into his friend's fancy mansion, unfortunately, bringing a gun with him. None of our family knew that he left.

Apparently, my dad's friend's wife heard him roaming around in the house, confronting him and threatening to call the cops on my father.

So, my dad did the most idiotic and saddest thing I've thought he would never do.

He took out his gun and pulled the trigger, shooting the bullet straight into her heart. Killing her instantly.

He then ran out the door, probably feeling guilty as shit. But not before he saw his best friend standing at the doorway, obviously pissed off and going to cry.