author note: This is one of the first stories I've written so sorry if it sucks. It's also my first published story so please review and tell me what you think, constructive criticism is always appreciated. Now on to the story!
From a young age Mello had been alone. His father had left when he was five. He still dreamed about that night.
He woke up in the middle of the night and sat in bed with his teddy bear, Choco, listening to his parents shouting in the living room. It wasn't the first time they had fought like that.
Mello herd a crash from the living room and then his father's heavy footsteps coming down the hall towards his room.
Then his mother shouted at his father again. "You get away from that room! Leave the boy alone and get out!"
"You bastard! He's coming with me! You can't stop me!" his father shouted.
The blond haired boy got out of his bed, still holding his teddy bear, and quietly ran to the window. It looked out on the back yard of the small, single story house he lived in. He opened the window and jumped out just as the door to his room burst open and the light came on.
"Where is he? Where did you hide him?" her father shouted.
"I didn't hide him anywhere!"
"Tell me the damn truth!"
"I don't know where he is, I swear!"
"Lying bitch! Tell me where he is or I'll shoot!"
"I don't..."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Mello shot up out of bed with a scream, his body covered in sweat.
"Mells? What's wrong?" asked the red haired boy sitting in the bed across from his, a worried look on his face.
"Matt," the blond whimpered, tears beginning to role down his cheeks.
The red head, Matt, was at Mello's side in a flash. Holding him close, Matt gently rocked back and forth. Tears flowed down Mello's face onto Matt's bare chest.
"Was it the dream again?" Matt whispered.
Mello nodded, hugging Matt tightly. They sat there for a moment, just holding each other, as Mello calmed down.
There was a knock on the door.
"It's Roger. Are you two ok in there?"
"We're fine, Roger. Mello just had a bad dream," Matt called.
"Alright. You boys get to bed now." Roger walked back to the staff rooms, leaving the to two alone. Matt got up to go back to his bed but Mello grabbed his hand.
"Matt?"
"Yeah."
"Could you stay with me tonight?"
"Sure, Mells."
So Matt crawled under the covers and wrapped his arms around Mello who closed his eyes and curled up against his best, and only, friend and fell asleep.
9 Years Ago, The Night Mello's Father Left
Mello, who at that time was known as Mihael Keehl, crouched under a hydrangea bush in the back yard. He cried silently into his teddy bear. 'How could dad do that!' he thought angrily.
A door slammed. The roar of his father's truck reached his young ears. The truck drove away.
Mello got up, climbed back in the window and saw his mother lying on the floor. She groaned and looked up at him.
"Mihael, go get Mrs. Abbot. Tell her to call the police. Go!" his mother said in a pained voice.
Mello ran then, as fast as he could go, to his next-door neighbor's house and pounded with his little fists on the door. He heard hurried footsteps and the door opened to revel a blond woman in a blue dressing gown and slippers.
"Mihael! What happened! I heard a gun!" Mrs. Abbot said anxiously.
"Mom said to call the police! Dad shot her!" Mello said, not crying as much now.
Mello remembered the rest as a blur of lights and loud voices. His mother was taken to the hospital. Two days later she died and Mello was alone.
So, what did you think? Was it great? Did it suck, if it did how can I make it better?