Authors Note
My first attempt at writing a fan fiction. Please review. ALL HUMAN!
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CHAPTER 1.
BPOV [5 YEARS Old]
I walk home from school. Smiling as my cousin waves my cousin waves me goodbye.
A shattering noise comes from inside the house.
I run towards it and slam to the ground scraping my palms. Tears pool in my eyes.
"Mom."I croak.
"Let me go Charlie. I don't want to stay in this hellhole with you cheating on me."
My mothers voice slams into me.
The house is suddenly filled with shouts.
I walk in to a scene ill never forget. My mother tugging a luggage bag, her face tear streaked. My Dad is holding my mothers arm. His face absolutely blank of emotion.
Another figure in the background…Aunt Sue? Leah's mom? What is she doing here? Why is she not stopping her?
With a final tug my mother wrenches her hand and stumbles towards the doorway, only to stop when she sees me.
"Baby."
"Mom are we going somewhere?"
"Yes baby, mom and you are taking a vacation."
"Is, is Daddy coming?"
My mother's face becomes pained. No he is not.
"No he isn't sweetheart."
"But."
"No buts come let's leave."
My mother suddenly confident ,grabs my hand and walks forward. I turn my head to say goodbye to daddy , to tell him to stop her ,but I don't. Daddy's face is pained and he is holding Aunt Sue's hand.
I turn and we leave.
We rent a cab. Throughout the drive my mother remains quiet. Tears streaming down her face .I don't know what to do! So I leave her alone and administer my own needs.
Why did daddy not stop her? Why was Aunt Sue there? Why did mom leave?
I think back to the old house.
Will I ever go back? And why did mom mean by cheating. My friend told me cheating is to peep into answers behind the teachers back. Did Daddy try to do that in a test? That's why mom is so angry. She's a teacher.
I smile at my thought. This is not so bad. We will go back. I let the happy thoughts take me to sleep.
I woke up in my grand pa's house. I know my
mother is downstairs as I can hear her. I creep downstairs to the doorway and see her. Bending over the dishes washing them. Her hands as red as her bloodshot eyes. I went over and began wiping the dishes to my best ability. My mom smiled at me and we confined to our work.
My Daddy said silence was golden; it was .I comforted my mother as she comforted me.
Wouldn't we go back? And why in the world was she working? Didn't grandpa have a maid? I looked at her face closely. The fierce determination from earlier was still present.
I was a child but I think I was right when I know that we are not going back .I waited for her to say the magic words. I wanted to ask her what happened but her eyes were full of pain. Then I didn't ask her why and we did not go back….