PROLOUGE
I was only 7 years old when my mom left me and Charlie. I don't think I could ever really forget that day that basically ruined my entire young life. We were at the airport in port Angeles. It was raining, which wasn't something new in Forks.
I was wearing my favorite Green and blue Hoody and faded jeans and dad was in his police uniform. Charlie didn't look happy, he looked like he had aged at least ten years during all the arguments he had with Renee. I remember all the arguments too. They were mostly about food, money, and bills. But sometimes they were about me.
Renee didn't look much better than Charlie, but she had pounded on the make-up o cover up the bags under her eyes and her red puffy eyes. She had a couple of suitcases, just carrying cloths and my favorite stuffed elephant that I had given her.
At the time I just thought that she was going on a vacation and she would be back in a week or so. If I had known that she was leaving for good, I probably would have tried to hitch a ride in one of the suitcases.
"Renee…" Charlie's voice sounded weary. "Renee, don't do this. At least take our son."
He nearly begged, shoving me away from his side to in front of Renee.
I looked up at mom, confusion written across my face. My grabbed me and pulled my into a tight back breaking hug. I felt warm tears against my neck as I heard her sob.
"I can't do that Charlie… I-I don't know where I'm going yet." she pulled away from me, keeping her hands around my shoulders. "But I need to know that Dante is safe. I need to know that you'll take care of my baby boy." she sound strangled, and tears were streaming down her face.
"Mom wants wrong?" I asked hesitantly, reaching up to touch her wet cheek. "Why are you crying?"
She but her hand over mine and smiled at me. But it didn't reach her eyes at all. She got down on her knees so she was at my level and grabbed my face with both hands. She stroked my face gently. "Dante." she started, I know she was serious when she said my whole name inside of my nickname Moose, don't ask, my parents have weird nicknames. "I have to go away now. And I'm not coming back.' she said, pain and aguish was in her eyes as I struggled to understand what she meant.
I got the leaving part, lots of times after arguments with dad she would go and stay at a hotel or something but she always, always came back. Mom watched my reaction carefully, her hands never leaving my face as millions of emotions flashed across my face. Fear, confusion, pain, hurt, anger, and finally realization
. "No… no no no no no no!" I yelled out, grapping onto her coat and pulling myself closer to her. I felt my eyes sting, as tears fell put. I small part of me felt a bit ashamed that I was crying in font of my father. But a larger part didn't care and just wanted my mom.
I didn't know how long I held on to Renee, in that crowded little airport with tons of onlookers with sympathy faces. I just wailed and cried loudly t my throat burned and my head and eyes hurt. I gripped tighter when I felt Charlie try to pull my off of mom. Eventual he got me off and I just turned and sobbed on him.
We both watched with wet eyes and blurry vision as mom boarded the plane and then she was gone. And just like that our family was broken.
The last a remember was my father's strong arms lifting e up as we left the airport and got into the squad car.