My Stepbrother

Chapter 1 - daddy dearest.

Chapter 1 : daddy dearest.

Everything darkened after those words passed my mother's' lips. I felt... dizzy. The feeling was similar to when all the blood drains from someone's head; I felt wasted. I didn't want this happening. Heck! Who would want to ever go through this? I didn't want to shed a tear because of this. Never did I ever think I would've had to, though. Even in the situation my father was in.

My mother's callings slowly faded and suddenly I felt alone, in a large space of black cloudiness. No words could describe the pain I'm feeling this exact moment and something in the back of my head tells me it's how I'll be feeling for a long while from now on. Pain is a word I don't want to hear or think about ever in my distant life. I have always distanced myself from all the pain of growing up, placing a happy and playful persona on and carrying along with life. Now the pain was inevitable.

I just wanted to run away from it all and never come back. Ever.

My mother's callings slowly came back when I felt two pair of hands grip my shoulders and sit me down on the couch behind me.

"Sweetie, please say something, anything." My mom's worried voice filled my ears as she begged. I slowly started to come back to reality, but once I did, I began to frantically shake my head in denial. I wanted to tell her I was okay, that I was fine, that I'm not going to let this bring me down. But that all would be a lie. We would've both known it.

And for some reason I can't really seem to open my mouth to say some simple words. My mouth felt dry. Like it was stuck together, never to open again.

I just couldn't bare with the pain I was feeling at the moment. My heart was aching. It really hurts. My eyes feel like they just gained 100 pounds and was in need of closing, I kept them open.

"Why him?" I whispered in a hazy daze, barely able to hear myself. My mother was speaking but I couldn't hear a word she was uttering. I was too busy mentally ranting unnecessary questions.

"Why him?!" I repeated, raising my voice to a higher stake.

He was everything to me and now he's gone. My loving dad is gone. I could finally speak and all that came out was... nothing. Absolutely nothing that can help because all that I could master to come out was a loud cry, a cry that rang off the walls off my house, as if striking my mom hard causing her to flinch.

"WHY HIM?"

I have to go. I thought. I have to run from it all. I was taught to not run away from your problems but it seems like this one is a problem I won't be able to handle. I quickly rose to my feet and ran to my escape, the door.

I just hurtled out of my house as if everything was on fire. Though it felt like this situation was far worse. I started running when I reached outside and ran, ran, ran. My mother's callings starts to erupted in my head once she starts chasing after me. After running till my legs were basically numb, dodging every object such as mail boxes, cars, and the little people that were in the way, I stopped in my tracks and waited, just waited for my mom to catch up to me.

All I want is to cry on her shoulder and hug her like no other time. That's all I need, right now.

And I do just that. "Mom I-"

"Shh ... baby girl. I know this is all hard for you to process, lets go back home and grab you a drink," She said in a calm and settling but breathy tone, although she had some tears of her own. She was acting so calm.

Eve-even though the tears were still coming out of her eyes, they seemed so fake. Her voice was dry, the only emotion that I heard from her voice was worry. For me.