love and one's loss~fangle

Prologue

Foxy Pov

(10  years ago)

Another day done with school, time to go home and hopefully not have my parents get angry at me for no reason, like they always do. My parents always fight and they take their anger out on me and my brother. Both of us have scares from them and not just physical scares, mental and emotional scares. "Hey Foxy, wait up," I heard from behind me and saw my friends Luke, Missy and Blue running up to me. "Hey guys," I stopped and yelled back. " You *pant* walk to *pant* fast," Blue wheezed. I chuckled, they always get out late and run after me to catch up.

We chatted for a while about how much home work we have and what we did and seeing if any of us could get together this week end. We got up to my house and was a little sad that I have to leave my friends for my bickering parents and probably get yelled at for being late. "See ya tomorrow guys," I said sadly and walked inside my house. I could hear my parents yelling at each other from upstairs. why do they always have to fight. why. i saw my brother laying down on the couch playing on his phone. at least they are a little kind and let us get things, even if it is to get us to love one of them over the other.

"hey little bro," he said gleefully putting down his phone. He got up and walked over to me. "agh," I said when we pulled me to him and ruffled my hair. "unfair, your stronger then me," I complained  as we wrestled. "haha," Ash replied and pinned me down. "Down for the count, 1 2 3,"  he laughed and got up. he offered his hand and pulled my up.

The Happiness would not last. As we stayed there and talked, the noise of my parents fighting grew louder and then stop. "why is it-," I began and then cut off by my brother putting a hand over my mouth. We listened and then heard foot steps coming down the stairs. we quickly got up and pretended to play cool. We saw our dad come down the stairs. Our fun was short lasted. Our dad looked over a us and then headed to the kitchen.

We saw this as an opportunity to get upstairs without getting yelled at. We got up the stairs and went to our rooms. I flopped down on my bed. always fighting it's a wonder they are still together. Why can't all of this stop, why can't there be peace between them like a normal family.

I had drifted off to sleep and was woken up by my brother knocking on my door. "Foxy, You up?" I heard him ask from the other side of the door.  He popped his head in my room. "There's something I need to tell you," He said sheepishly. He walked over and sat down on the side of my bed. "Mom and Dad are getting divorced," he said as a tear ran down his face. "WHAT!?" I exclaimed and started crying. "There's a moving truck down stairs, get our things packed, we're moving to New York," he got up and walked out of the room. Tears began streaming down my face and I couldn't try to stop it. I got up and began packing anything I could.

I walked down the stairs with my bags and put them in the truck. I looked back at Ash as he started to put his things in as well. "It will be ok Foxy," he said trying to calm me down. "I never got to say goodbye to my friends," I sulked. "I know," he replied and got into the car. I took one last look at the house and then stepped into the car. The car started and we began to drive away. I looked back to see my old house getting smaller and smaller in the window until it was gone.

I hope that where ever we are going that it is good, I thought to myself and slumped back down in my seat, Knowing that I will most likely not see my friends or old house again.