Oh Alpha I've felt pain.

Goodbye

After my fight last night I went home and climbed through the window like normal. I went to check on Charlie and he seemed content which made me smile inwardly. The time is around 11 pm, we were leaving at 5 am tomorrow. With that in mind, I went to my mattress and started to count the money I made which was around 4 grand. Then I grabbed a couple of plastic bags and filled them with clothes so I was ready to go tomorrow; I hid my money in there. I pay for my father, he knows of my work but not how good I am. He thinks I make $600 or so a night and I let him think that, otherwise he would take every penny I had. I'm not going to stand by and let that happen as Charlie would go without food, clothes, etc, and he is my main priority. His checkups are vital and my dad is definitely not the one paying.

After hiding my money I went to sleep.

Thank god, my alarm rang. I turned it off got on the floor and went downstairs in my joggers and made breakfast for my 'family'. I cleaned the house then I took my farther and brothers clothes out the tumble drier separated it and bagged it up like the last lot. I put all of dads clothes in his rusty Ford Focus and my brothers in his Ford ST. Even though it's my money I don't deserve a car apparently, just another thing my farther says to make me feel less human.

After they ate breakfast I fed Charlie in his high chair, then I checked I had all of Charlie's things like his bouncer, the only thing left to pack was his high chair and a couple of his favourite toys. I took Charlie out of the chair, and put him on the floor, he had this cheeky grin plastered on his face this morning and his hair was shaggy, he is just perfect.

Once he ate I washed up and changed his diaper, that was dirty to my surprise. Then put him in his shirt, jumper and trousers with these little converse which are just the cutest thing! - sorry I can't help it :) We spend the next couple hours playing, he's around 6 months now so he's starting to crawl. I left him on the floor quickly, as my brother walks in and grunts 

"why are the dishes not packed" 

I looked up at him while I was on the floor, and responded 

  "I couldn't leave Charlie alone for that long", my brothers face contorted. "Are you disrespecting me?" His voice was deep with threatening tone laced within it. He stomped his foot down on my hand. 

"Go and sort the dishes before I get angry". I held back my wince as he took his boot off my hand, Charlie started crying. I looked over at him and wanted to start cooing but my brothers voice dragged me away. 

"Go".

My head hung low as I got up and walked to the kitchen, my farther was there, he finished his breakfast and continued reading his newspaper like every morning. I took his finished plate washed it up, dried it and placed it in the box with everything else. I turned on the kettle and made both my brother and father a coffee for the drive in two flasks. I put one in each car.

Once I loaded the last of the boxes with Charlie's stuff I was done. I went back in shortly until we all left. I still had my joggers on and messy bed hair, although I did brush my teeth.

Charlie goes in with my brother and I go with Charlie as babies are a woman's job according to father. I knew Evan loved him even if it was minimal, I knew I could trust that while I was working he'd at least make sure Charlie ate but other than that, let's just say I would rather be there.

As I looked out the back window of the car with Charlie next to me, I whispered under my breath "goodbye again".

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Hope you liked it sorry I keep changing bits but i'm not the best with gramma and stuff but i'm also a perfectionist so I like to try to get things right :-) lotta love