~~~Hey finally updated huh? Well I have written just finished writing
chapter 8 and I'm trying to work on chapter 9. Oh yeah look out for a one
shot story by me called, "Smile" It's kinda different, not really a story
line. It's a POV of Lizzie and what she's thinking. Anyway hope you enjoy
this chapter
Lola~
Hold On
Chapter 6
First Tears
When Gordo got home he found his parents at it again. He walked at a fast paste on the sidewalk. His heart beat faster and he had a plan. He closed his eyes and he could still remembered what happened.
~ His mother, eyes wet but her red cheeks remained dry and his father going after her. Gordo used to look up to her. She used to be, without a doubt, more successful than his father. She had a great confidence in herself, and bravery most women don't have. Her only flaw was relying too much on her husband or maybe it was, loving him too much. When his father made one mistake with a patient and all his great works were forgotten ..... everyone could only remember his one fault; his fall.
His mother had to go down with him. He knew she was better than that, but when his father was out of work he gradually started drinking more and more getting angry and his mother, she still tried to deal with it all. He put her through so much pain, but she didn't cry..at least not in front of anyone. She still stayed strong in hope that things would get better, but what his father did, how he acted, and treated, her tore her up inside. Shredding her confidence and breaking her heart. Gordo could only look at her with pity now, instead on honor. Now it was like the only person that mattered to her anymore was his father. And through it all, even though his mother didn't care what he felt anymore, he couldn't imagine how she could still love his father after all this after all he did to her? He broke her soul it seemed. How could his father bring her down with him like that? And not notice all the pain she endured?
Gordo entered the house and saw his mother crouched down in a corner his father' screaming at her hateful words, his fist at his side like a weapon. He couldn't take it anymore. He ran in front of his mother blocking his father punch.
"What the hell are you doing here!!" his father yelled
Gordo didn't say anything he just glared at him and ignored all his father's insults he was screaming. Had his father had turned into this?
"Look at your father when he talks to you" he mother spat at him
'That was it' he thought. He turned his head to his mother still on the ground and shook his head and then he turned back to the man, "I don't have a father"
"Oh boy this is great!" the man began yelling, "you've turned him against me haven't you woman!" on and on he was yelling. Gordo glared at the man before grabbing his shoulder and punching him in the face. He didn't think. He only thought of all his problems, all the hate and pain inside him and put it all into his fist. He watched the man fall back putting his hands to his face; blood dripping. For a split second, Gordo felt relieved, but looking at the man made all the pains return. He looked down at the floor then back at the man then at his mother, he started to walk to the door, but stopped. He was so confused had he just made everything worst? He looked to the man with sorrow in his eyes looking for an answer, what to do, what happens next?
The man looked at him anger in his eyes he took his hands off his face to reveal more blood and pain. "What are you looking at! Get out, you're not my son! Get out!"
His mother finally noticed him and looked at Gordo with tears. She had finally cried "Gordo" she whispered, "my baby"
Gordo shook his head at her once more and left the house his father still yelling at him cursing and screaming. ~
Gordo walked faster still thinking and trying to forget. He had a plan. There would be a party tonight.
There would be beer.
~~~~it's getting sad
Lola~
Lola~
Hold On
Chapter 6
First Tears
When Gordo got home he found his parents at it again. He walked at a fast paste on the sidewalk. His heart beat faster and he had a plan. He closed his eyes and he could still remembered what happened.
~ His mother, eyes wet but her red cheeks remained dry and his father going after her. Gordo used to look up to her. She used to be, without a doubt, more successful than his father. She had a great confidence in herself, and bravery most women don't have. Her only flaw was relying too much on her husband or maybe it was, loving him too much. When his father made one mistake with a patient and all his great works were forgotten ..... everyone could only remember his one fault; his fall.
His mother had to go down with him. He knew she was better than that, but when his father was out of work he gradually started drinking more and more getting angry and his mother, she still tried to deal with it all. He put her through so much pain, but she didn't cry..at least not in front of anyone. She still stayed strong in hope that things would get better, but what his father did, how he acted, and treated, her tore her up inside. Shredding her confidence and breaking her heart. Gordo could only look at her with pity now, instead on honor. Now it was like the only person that mattered to her anymore was his father. And through it all, even though his mother didn't care what he felt anymore, he couldn't imagine how she could still love his father after all this after all he did to her? He broke her soul it seemed. How could his father bring her down with him like that? And not notice all the pain she endured?
Gordo entered the house and saw his mother crouched down in a corner his father' screaming at her hateful words, his fist at his side like a weapon. He couldn't take it anymore. He ran in front of his mother blocking his father punch.
"What the hell are you doing here!!" his father yelled
Gordo didn't say anything he just glared at him and ignored all his father's insults he was screaming. Had his father had turned into this?
"Look at your father when he talks to you" he mother spat at him
'That was it' he thought. He turned his head to his mother still on the ground and shook his head and then he turned back to the man, "I don't have a father"
"Oh boy this is great!" the man began yelling, "you've turned him against me haven't you woman!" on and on he was yelling. Gordo glared at the man before grabbing his shoulder and punching him in the face. He didn't think. He only thought of all his problems, all the hate and pain inside him and put it all into his fist. He watched the man fall back putting his hands to his face; blood dripping. For a split second, Gordo felt relieved, but looking at the man made all the pains return. He looked down at the floor then back at the man then at his mother, he started to walk to the door, but stopped. He was so confused had he just made everything worst? He looked to the man with sorrow in his eyes looking for an answer, what to do, what happens next?
The man looked at him anger in his eyes he took his hands off his face to reveal more blood and pain. "What are you looking at! Get out, you're not my son! Get out!"
His mother finally noticed him and looked at Gordo with tears. She had finally cried "Gordo" she whispered, "my baby"
Gordo shook his head at her once more and left the house his father still yelling at him cursing and screaming. ~
Gordo walked faster still thinking and trying to forget. He had a plan. There would be a party tonight.
There would be beer.
~~~~it's getting sad
Lola~