As soon as I open my front door to my home, I hear screaming and crying.
I knew it was the boys fighting again.
What else is new.
I drop my backpack at the front door and I go to investigate all the noise.
As I walked down the hallway the screaming and crying was becoming more clear and louder.
I stood In front of the tall, dark oak wood door. I knew the boys were in there.
I felt a wave of anger go throughout my body as I stared at the door. They were in dads old office. We never go in there anymore.
I mentally debated to myself wether to go in there and stop the fighting or just forget about them because I know as soon as I go in there it's gonna bring back old painful memories.
Screw it.
I twisted the gold door nob and see the boys fighting over a tiny blue statin box.
Dads wedding ring.
"What are you two doing?!" I shout angrily.
"We want to see it! Mom never let's us In here and we wanted to see the ring!" Shouted Miles.
"Let it go!" I yell charging at them both.
I snatch the ring and I carefully place it back on the desk. I turn around and glare at the boys who had guilt on there faces.
"Get out now before I tell mom."
The boys quickly ran out of the room without any hesitation.
I closed the door very quietly and started to look around the office that hasent been touch for 10 years.
I pick up a old picture frame. There was the picture of me and Mom and dad standing in front of a Ferris wheel. Mom was a little big in the stomach so I'm guessing she was pregnant at the time.
I don't really remember that day. All I remember is mom and dad arguing the whole time.
I turned away from the picture and went over to his desk. I ran my hand on his desk, feeling the smooth wood. Under my fingertips.
I sat down in his big leather chair.
When I was little dad would take me in here and spin me on this thing until I felt sick. He would always laugh when I got off the chair after a spinning and fell over trying to walk. I forgot his about his laugh and how I never really heard it again after a couple months.
I opened a couple of desk drawers and saw a couple of pens and pencils.
Some gum and erasers and...a old wrinkly paper. I knew exactly what it was.
My hands started to tremble as i unfolded the paper.
It says,
Dear family,
I know this the worst note your probably gonna read in your whole life but I couldn't say this in person.
I need time to myself. I can't take the stress this family causes. I moving out. I already have my own place. Im sorry but it's the best idea for me right now.
I've left some money on the table.
My wedding ring is on my desk.
I'm sorry,
Love dad.
I started to tear up reading this note.
The fact that he left us..and then married a girl half his age a year after and had a son makes me infuriated but I felt guilty right after because dads no longer in this world. He's not marrid to that girl anymore. He son is dad less.
Dad got hit by a car on his way home from work. Died instantly.
You thought my mom was broken after he left us, when he died my mom was no longer broken, she was shattered.
Mom went into deep, deep desperation after she found out he was gone.She wouldn't do anything all day but sit in his office and stare out the window.
I had to grow up fast and support our family. I had to cook, clean and entertain the boys. While doing all that I had to take care of my mother. Make sure she has ate and talk to her but I knew she was never Listening.
So I guess you could assume I failed in school. The best mark I got was a b-.
The school started to get suspicious and found out everything. How the death of my father drove my mom to the edge and me raising our family.
The social workers got invouled and that's when my mom snapped out of it and realized she was gonna lose her family if she just sat there all day.
After 3 years of struggle, mom got a job at a office and started to live again.
Now here we are. She's a big boss of this company. She has a new boyfriend and she pays attention to me and the boys now.
I respect her so much for pulling herself through those shitty times.
I love her.

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That One Teen Love Story
RomanceHe cupped my face with his hands, while his perfect blue eyes started into mine. "I love you Alex Grey.. I love you so much it hurts."