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Every family has secrets. Whether they're big, small, or just awkward, everyone hides something. Like James doesn't like people to know about the trouble some of his family gets into on a daily basis, so his parents changed their surname so he wouldn't have to be feared at school as 'the kid with the mafia family'. Or like Logan doesn't like to openly talk about the pain he and his parents suffer, knowing his life may be changed forever due to the choices they make about their future, and where they are in the world. Or even Carlos, who seems to be so full of life, but when he's at home, he's a quiet boy, who's afraid of what his extended family will think of him after hearing that he's a 'disgrace to the family' when he was 9, after attempting to climb a lamp post for 4 hours, to attach some rope on to do a stunt which no one knows to this day, apart from his sister. Even though I'm the protector, and the leader in the group, I still had a weakness. Like Superman has his kryptonite. Except you can't see my kryptonite is in my mind. It's a memory. A memory which altered my life forever ...
It was a Monday. The Monday which changed it all. At this point, I was around 3 years old. I wasn't asking for trouble. But something wasn't right.
I remember the feeling ...
The feeling when I saw my baby sister, and the look of disappointment on my father's face when he held her for the first time ...
I don't even know if I could call him my father ... lets just call him 'the man' for now ... he's never been there for me ... or anyone for that matter ...
I remember it being very late at night ... I remember the screams which echoed through the house as my mom and the man thought I was asleep.
I can't remember his voice, I just remember the tone. the anger. the emotion.
I can still feel the cold tears streaming from my red eyes.
How could my life be falling apart?
I can still remember the shudder which crept over room as I sat on the stairs, out of sight, as the man was dressed in a long coat, and slammed the door shut.
That's the last I've seen of him.
13 years later, my baby sisters grown up, I've grown taller, & my Mom is the best in the world. Over the last 3 months, me and my 3 best friends, my Mom & my not-so-little sister had moved to LA, we had got the opportunity of a lifetime ... We was being turned into a band. A band with hopes, and dreams
A band of friends, best friends ... I'd even go as far as to saying we are like brothers. except these brothers had no idea about the phone call I'd received last week & how painful it was ...
The man ... my father ... he's found us ...
The pain still hurt as I shuddered in bed, trying to protect myself in the warm surroundings as if I was that 3 year old boy again, trying to pretend like nothings happened when in reality my life has been turned upside down.
My name was Kendall Knight ... and I wanted to feel safe again.
I could feel tears beginning to form in my green eyes, ready to spill out & stain my cheeks, leaving my eyes red, and bloodshot.
Does he have any idea how I feel?
Does he know who I am?
Has he changed?
Why did he leave?
Does he realize what an affect he's had on my baby sister's life?
these were all of the thoughts that was racing through my head. They had to escape somehow one day, but today was not the day.
Today was my Mom's birthday. I knew we had to do something special seeing as she's been supporting me, my brothers and baby sister for the last 3 months ... most people wouldn't be able to cope with us for a week, let alone 12! We all really owed her ... but I knew all she wanted was to be loved again ... like the man dad ... but he was out of the picture until the phone call.
should I tell her? ... no I can't tell her, not today at least ... should I give it another week? ... I don't want to worry anyone, but his threat sounded serious ... I'm sure it was just someone joking .. yeah it was ...
I forced my eyes open, as the sun began to rise glaring into my eyes through the curtains. Although I loved LA, the sun was something I still wasn't used to! I shut my eyes again, and moved my head towards the little glowing alarm clock next to my bed. I forced my right eye open to look at the time. It was 6:55, which means I have 5 minutes of peace left before Carlos comes leaping around the room. That boy loves birthdays! I only wish I could be excited, but I'm dreading my Mom finding out ... I don't want to make her feel like he made her feel ... all the pain she suffered just for us ...