A Mother's Love Never Fades.....

Chapter 3

I looked up at my ceiling and saw nothing but darkness. I was wrapped up in a blanket and my fan was on next to me. I had to go to bed early since my mom thought it was my fault I got in a fight. She also grounded me for 2 months which totally sucks!

I listened to the sound of my fan humming and my parents fighting. I couldn't hear exactly what they were saying but it must of been about the fight.I closed my eyes and started thinking about my parents. My mom seemed more mad that I was in a fight then if I was hurt or not. That's what makes me mad. My parents never seem to understand me and they never seem worried about me. They just care about if i am a strait A student, and that I never do anything bad. My mom never believes me either. 

My parents always fight too. It makes me upset to think about how they don't really love each other anymore. How they just want to move on and be with someone else. Well my dad does but not my mom. She still has love. But my parents are not as happy as they used to be. I noticed that I seem to always ask myself why. Like why us, why does my family have to suffer through all this pain and sadness. I just want to be with my real, loving,happy  family again. With my mom, dad, and brother. But that life is gone now. I can tell. My brother and dad are gone 24 seven and when my dad is here its just to yell at my mom. My brother is gone a lot because he hates it when my parents fight too except he has a car so he can easily get away. Lucky him.

I opened my eyes, startled, realizing that  my dad slammed the door. I heard the car start, meaning he left. I sighed and looked back up at the ceiling. I heard my mom crying silently in her room. Are rooms are right next to each other so I hear everything. Not that my parents sleep in the same room together anymore. My dad either sleeps at a friends house or he sleeps on the couch. He works a lot too. So does my mom but not as much.

I turn over on my side as a tear slides down my cheek and falls onto the bed. I hate hearing my mom cry and I hate having to know that my dad was the one to do it. I just want all the problems to go away. I close my eyes and slowly drift to sleep.