"Ty! Catch!" Laurie hollered and threw me the baseball. I ran back to catch the long pass.
"I got it! I got it!" I shouted.
Wham! I slammed into the door of a house. It opened upon impact. I gasped.
"Laurie! Come here! This is my house!" I called.
"What?" he whispered.
I walked into the front room. There were three white candles sitting on the sill. Why three? One for me, and one for Allen. But three?
"Mother?" I called softly.
"Who is it? Who's there?" a weak voice answered.
"Mother!" I ran to her. She was lying on the bed. She looked very pale and weak.
"Ty! Ty baby! Is it really you, Ty Gordon, my blond little puppy?" she stroked my hair and tears began running down her cheeks.
"Ma? What is it? I'm here now, Mother, please don't cry." I hugged her tight.
"Oh, my baby, your father's gone to look for you and Allen. He's been gone for at least a month now. I feel so tired. I thought I was going to die alone in this bed with no one to know. Where have you been?"
"Mother, I went to the March's house. They've been taking good care of me. Would you like to come there with me?"
"Alright, Ty, alright, that would be wonderful."
Two weeks later my mother died. They said it was from some fever or something connected to alcohol. I again told myself that I would never drink in my life, for now I had seen too many affects of it, the worst being death. I hate death and alcohol. They both have ruined my beautiful family.
