Tris P.O.V
Looking up at the moon I think of her and cry my heart out. She died 3 years ago when I was 12.
It devastated our family. Andrew; my dad, I started calling him that because he stopped acting like a responsible father. Well anyway he went crazy, he started to go to bars and would come home in the middle of the night drunk, yelling and using profanity. Caleb my older brother stayed busy so he wouldn't have to think about it, all he does is read, study and work.
I tried to get Andrew out of this depressed state but when I through some of the liquor and beer away he beat me. I tried talking to him but that just got me beat again. I stopped trying because every time I ended up hurt. He still hurts me when I talk or look at him the wrong way. I just take it and pray he doesn't hurt Emily, she's the only hope I have left.
With everyone slowly dieing around me, I was left me to pick up the pieces of our broken family. I cried everyday, I had to basically raise Emily; my moms , final gift to us before she died. I was a 12 year old girl raising an baby. How could this not go wrong. I'm busy all the time. I don't time for anything or anyone. I don't even have time for myself anymore, but that's what happens when you have to become a mother to your little sister.
I am the glue that holds our family together now. I had to put my teenage tactics aside and become the mom and provider to not only Emily, but the family. The only thing i'm happy about is that mom was a model and fashion desighner, and dad owns a lot of buisneses, so I didn't have to drop out of school to keep a family together, Im doing the best I can, but super glue only lasts so long, one day it will break and I will be desperately trying to stick us together. But unless I can get a cement molding, we will break apart and when we do...I might die, from a broken heart and to much stress.
I look at my phone and turn on "Talking to The moon" by Bruno Mars, it reminds me so much of what im going through right now. I look back up at the Moon and smile. Mom loved this kind of night, when the air was crisp and the air was softly blowing, and the moon lighting up the entire sky.
"Come here everybody, look at the sky", she say pointing to the sky and smiling like a child on Christmas. " God is giving us a light show" she say kissing each and everyone of our noses.
I smile at the memory and start to cry. I sing "Talking to the moon" to myself, and partially hoping she can here me in Heaven.
"Talking To The Moon"
I know you're somewhere out there
Somewhere far away
I want you back ,I want you back
My neighbors think I'm crazy
But they don't understand
You're all I had, You're all I had
At night when the stars light up my room
I sit by myself talking to the moon.
Trying to get to you
In hopes you're on the other side talking to me too.
Or am I a fool who sits alone talking to the moon?
Ohoooo...
I'm feeling like I'm famous
The talk of the town
They say I've gone mad Yeah, I've gone mad
But they don't know what I know
Cause when the sun goes down Someone's talking back
Yeah, they're talking back Ohhh
At night when the stars light up my room
I sit by myself talking to the moon.
Trying to get to you
In hopes you're on the other side talking to me too.
Or am I a fool who sits alone talking to the moon?
I end in a whisper looking at the moon and crying.
The song repeats all night , it plays one last time at dawn before my phone dies in my hand. Just like she died in Andrews hand, giving birth to Emily. I silently cry and hum the song that just about summed how I've been feeling every night since my mom died.
I hear little footsteps approach me, I turn around and see a sleepy eyed Emily holding her blue Care Bear, I smile at her and she smiles that smile that only a four year old could muster up and I immediately feel better. I look at my clock, its 6:30am.
"Why are you up so early Em" she just shrugs her shoulders and comes and sits on my bed. I grab and hug her, I give her a sloppy kiss on the cheek, she laughs and says "eww, mommy, you nasty". I laugh at her, I look around the room and sigh, Em looks at me and does the same thing. I laugh, "are you ready to move darling" I say nuzzling her cheek, she laughs a beautiful laugh and smiles the way my mom used to. I smile and tears come out of my eyes. She's the only piece of my mom I have left and I'm not giving her up.
"Yes mommy, I'm weady to blow this popsicle stand" I laugh at what she said, "Ok , well then we have to go call the moving men and get the rest of our stuff in the car, go put all your stuff in the box I gave you" she nods and runs off humming, I smile. Emily and I are moving to Chicago, we need a fresh start and here in London just wont do it. So bye-bye U.K and hello U.S.A. I tried to get Caleb and Andrew to move with me but they looked at me in disgust and cursed me out, then Andrew beat me, but I took it because I knew if I didn't he would hurt her, and no one is going to touch a golden strand of her hair. I had all parental rights token away from Andrew and after a big fight over it in court I got her, even though I'm a minor it didn't matter, girls have babies at 16 all the time. The only difference between myself and the other girls, I could protect Em and provide for her. I've been doing it since I was 12 nothings changing now.
"Come on short stuff, It doesn't take that long to brush your teeth" I say to the bathroom door.
"Leave me alone, I'm getting ready" she acts like she my age or something, how do kids get so mature in so little time.
I here something crash and a "ooops, my bad" then the door unlock and Em and her blond ringlets running to Caleb's room, that's not a good idea, but he wont hurt her. I look in to see the damage and its just a glass cup, I clean it up quickly and take all of our stuff from the bathroom and pack it away. The movers get at Marcus house at noon, they load all of our stuff and hook it to the back of my black 2014 Silverado. I thank and pay them and they leave happy, I gave them each a 30 dollar tip, it was only two of them so, it wasn't much. My mom left me all her money plus Ems saving and mine, I'm a billionaire when you add it up but I'm going to use my money for the better of Emily nothing else, she's my number one priority.
I walk back in the house and look for Emily, I walk to Caleb's room and here Em laughing and singing, I open the door and see Caleb holding her and giving her kisses. I smile and just stand at the doorway, that's about as much warmth he's showed towards her since she was born. As much as I love this moment, I have to take our stuff to get it put on a plane, including my truck.
"Come on Em, time to go" Caleb looks up at me and I try not to cry, he told me that ,'I was a disgrace and he hated me' and judging by his eyes, he still feels the same way.
"Ok mommy" she gave a kiss to Caleb and hugged her "bye Emmy" he said to her. He released her from his embrace and she ran into my arms, "bye Caleb" we both said in unison. Andrew was no were to be seen so we got in my Silverado and drove off, hopping that Chicago would be all right, for both of us. I already have her enrolled in preschool and I'm going to Dauntless high. Hopefully life will get better for both of us.
I hum as we get off the plane carrying a sleeping angel, I don't have any bags since they dropped everything off at this airport. I walk towards the entrance/exit of the airport and see someone holding up a card with 'Prior' on it. I walk towards her and she smiles and hands me my keys. I go to my Silverado and right next to it is the moving truck and the movers inside waiting. They see me and nod, I nod back having no idea what were doing. I put Em in her car seat and drive off towards my new house.
8 hrs later
We got everything in place, I had an interior designer come in and hook the place up, it just needed furniture and pictures of me and Em, and now that's done. My house is set up and tomorrow is Ems first day of Preschool and my first day at Dauntless high, wish us luck. I sit down on the couch and look outside I see the moon, and I'm so tempted to go get Em and show her, but she needs to rest. I hum 'Talking To The moon' , sand even though I know she's
not here I tell her everything that happened today, and I feel better sort of. Before I know it, Emily is on my lap and were huddled together sleeping.
Authors Note: This is my new story , please follow and comment what you think. Should I continue on this story or not.
~Liyah