Certain people

Chapter nine

For with every deed, every thought every action; there's a reaction...

       Dave POV

Hanging on by a thread

That's exactly what I'm doing

My life has not been really smooth and 'normal'. i've had tragic beginnings and devastating endings; its really unnerving. Things have always been weird but then, my mom was always there for me. And my dad

We were family. But something happened...

I lost my mom when I was thirteen. I know one would feel like 'whats up with that? You're a grown boy already so quit acting like a child! Life happens!' But there's more to it. More that I'd rather keep silent about because if I were to speak, I'd be opening a can of worms. Thus, it's safe to say mom died and that - that took a part of my sanity with her.

After her death, I was devastated, crushed and totally confused but, I tried to moved on.I did after all, I had grace, Greg and even Hannah. They had my back. We always had each others'. It made things easier for us;escaping harsh realities was no easy feat though and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't forget and more

I couldn't numb the pain.

So I strayed a little.

Drugs...

Those tiny euphoric substances were a real miracle. They comforted me in ways no one could. They made me forget what pain feels like; masking it up with the constant stretching on my face-- a smile. Those drugs did wonders on me and I didn't even need my friends to smile again

Even if I felt numb. All the time. I felt dead. Already

But I was OK with it.

Unfortunately, every action has a reaction. People started reacting to my deeds. Negatively. They stayed away from me; parents thought I was a bad influence on their kids and others even agreed that my dad had failed at parenting.

My dad. My old man.

How could he look out for me when even he was hurting. He was broken for what he was exposed to was greater than his love for his wife. Others rarely understood the situation and made it their duties to spread lies like wild fire. Gossips. Weird but gossips have power. Its up to you to know how to bend it, manipulate it to your favor.

Anyways dad couldn't handle the situation and like me, resulted to drinking. He would get drunk every now and then; the old man would get wasted and then vent all his anger on me. With words though. Dad never hit me

Till that day

He apologized after the episode though. He told me he was sorry and would never do it again. I believe him. He's the only person I have left and I know he loves me. He would never hit me on purpose. He would never hit me again

He did...

He did and that time, it was much more worse than the last time. He nearly killed me that day. Grace was my savior. She saved me from death. I know dad wouldn't kill me though. He loves me and we'll go through it all together

Grace hates my dad now. I mean she hit the guy with a vase, what more proof do we need? She was totally against me going back to him. That didn't sit well with me though. We even argued because of it.

These are all things of the past now. Grace's mom has calmed the waves of misunderstanding and created a new plan that'd suit all of us.

I'd move out of dad's space,  secure a new place and still keep in touch with him. It sounds brilliant! I don't even know why I didn't think of it before. Oh yeah, I know about it, I wanted us to be close: to be together through thick and thin. I wanted it so desperately that I ignored the fact that we're becoming toxic for each other. Grace's mom pulled me out of that trance...

Last week, I met with dad to discuss the arrangement on a neutral ground. I would move out and pay visits on the weekends. See? Easy. He was surprisingly cool with it. He should be, after he caused major damage even though I know he never meant it. The problem has been solved. I can't believe the solution was that easy.

Grace and I looked up for apartments for rent for three days straight. It was not easy. In the long run, we got one. It was a cozy, comfy place and it was very affordable. I moved in yesterday. Woof, now my back's complaining.

I've only had one visitor. Greg.
He came by yesterday so we could chill out. Poor guy, has had a massive crush on grace for the longest time. And trust me, it's not really healthy.

Now I'm here on this boring sofa with a boring book studying for the finals. Everything is boring even my life. The only interesting thing about me is the cancer stick between my lips. Big whoop! I know.

I wait here, sitting and enjoying the silence wondering how long it'd last. Knowing us, it won't be for long.

We're too freaky for that.

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