It was Thursday afternoon when I ran through the house, searching in my dad's office for any documents or files about my mom in drawers and on the computer. I was lucky my dad wasn't home, he was still at work and I got out of school early, so I got enough time to search something. I pulled a paper out of a drawer, it looked suspicious. I started reading.
Dear Peter,
It's sad how everything went wrong so fast and that is the reason why I had to leave you and Noah. I just thought it would be the best thing to do.
"Gotcha!" I thought. I read on.
Please take care of Noah, take care of her like you would if I was still with you. Don't forget to tell her I will always love her, even though she don't know me and I don't know her. Whenever she gets older and she knows what I did, she will be mad at me, I know that and I am so sorry for what I did, but I couldn't do anything else.
Our ways seperate here, we probably won't ever talk again, so goodbye for good.
Wrote this in tears, I won't forget what happened between you and me, and I won't forget Noah.
Love, Keira, and for Noah: your mom.
I was shocked. I never expected this. I thought my mother HATED me and that it was also the reason why she left us. But it isn't. Everything just went wrong with my dad and she wanted to leave, so she did, and she left me behind. But why? I wonder if she was abused by my father, just like me. Because if she was, that could be a reason to leave him. Maybe I should do the same. Seems a good plan, but I don't think I have the strenght to leave, he would chase after me and drag me back home, so I can't run any further than the end of the street... So that wouldn't be a good idea. A tear streamed down my face.
I was still sitting on the ground. But I never noticed the slamming door, the sign my dad was home. I heard his footsteps on the stairs. Sh*t! I have to get out of here! I wiped my tears, but I was still crying though. I putted the paper back in the drawer and closed the drawer as silent as possible. I walked out of the office, closed the door and ran to the stairs of the attic, where my room was. I climbed up the stairs and my dad was almost upstairs, he dropped his bag on his way up so I had more time to get out of the office. I finally got into my room and I decided to call Becca.
'Bec, are you at home?' I asked when she picked up her phone. 'Um, no, I'm at the tennisclub with my mom..' she said. I sighed 'God damn it..' and I ran to my bed and let myself fall on it. 'Noah, I'm sorry okay? Are you crying? Oh my goodness um.. I don't know what to do actually... Just.. tell me what happened' she said desperate.
I told her about the letter written by my unknown mother and I tried to remember everything that was in it. It made me cry even more and Becca tried to calm me down through the phone, which worked. She promised me everything will be alright. Even though I didn't fully believe her, it made me calm down because it was one of my biggest wishes. I wanted everything to be alright so I tried my best to believe Becca.
'Thank you Becca, I love you so much, you are just perfect' I said. She laughed and said 'Anything for you, I love you too babe.' It made me smile. I just have the best bestfriend anyone could ever wish. 'Thanks Bec, talk to you later honey, bye!' I said, and I hung up.
'Noah! Have you been in my office?' my dad yelled. I walked to the door of my bedroom and said 'Nope, why?' I got a bit nervous. What if he knew about me being in his office? Oh God, I don't even want to think about what would happen... 'All sorted papers aren't sorted anymore!' I heard he was losing his patient. 'I haven't been there dad!' I yelled. I heard his footsteps coming upstairs. Okay so he didn't believe me. I closed the door and locked it, so he couldn't get in. I walked to my bed and let myself fall on it. I grabbed my phone and opened a random game because I felt bored, and I started playing it. Angry Birds. Oh dear Lord, why? I will get that song stuck in my head for HOURS!
I heard someone knock on the door to my room. It wasn't a soft knock, it was a very rude and disturbing knock. I could tell it was my dad. 'Yeah?' I said on a irritated tone. 'Get out of there, now.' he said. I stood up and walked to the door, and sat down on the ground so we could "talk" (with a door between us). 'I'm on the other side, and no, I'm not getting out of here' I said. 'We need to talk, seriously. Get out of there Noah, please.' My eyese literally POPPED when he said "please." He never said "please", NEVER. So I slowly opened the door and climbed down the stairs. 'Come downstairs in the kitchen' my dad told me. I walked after him to the kitchen and we sat down at the table. I had no idea what was going to happen...
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