I woke up at 12:09 with a splitting headache. I moaned as I slowly got up and walked to the bathroom. I got a headache like these a lot, especially during stress. My mom thinks it is because of being in a constant state of anxiety. I think it is a side effect to taking meth the majority of my life. The hallway is dark. It was eerie like there was something hanging out in the halls ready to jump at me.
I walked slowly to the bathroom. While walking it seemed as if the hallway was moving along with me. Everything seemed groggy almost like a haze. As I grabbed the door handle I heard something break in the kitchen.
Oh god! That must be robbers!
I looked around. My parents were not waking up. Then there was another noise followed by my mother's cries. "What the?" I said going down the stairs. As I touched the last step, I leaned my head to look in the kitchen. My mom was on the ground cleaning something up. It looked like a cup. She was crying hard. "Honey, you know how I feel about that." I heard my dad. I could not see him so he must be by the window. "We have to continue this business. If not we will be homeless." he said with a quiet voice. He only used that voice when he was mad.
"Even if it costs us our safety?" she whispered. I looked at her, there was a hand print on her face. I could feel myself begin to boil with rage. I knew that there was abuse going on, but I never saw it. I never had enough proof to call the cops.
God. I hate my father!
My dad walked so quickly. The next thing I knew he was pulling my mom up by her arm. "Yes. I will not close this store." He was squeezing her wrist. I watched as she tried to get loose. Blinded by rage, I ran at my dad. I was going to stop him. My mother did not deserve to be treated this way. I hit him hard across the face, causing him to fall down.
"DO NOT HURT MY MOTHER!" I screamed. My dad turned and looked at me. There was a rage in his eyes. "I will do what I want!" he said getting up. Over the years I had grown taller than him. I clenched my fist, ready to hit him again. My mom grabbed my arm. I turned and looked at her. Her eyes were pleading with me. I unclenched my fist, but I put myself between her and my dad.
"Son, you better not do that again." "Or what?" I asked. He looked me in my eyes, "You'll find yourself a little more tweeky." I knew what that meant. My dad was going to put me back on meth. I knew he had the power to do it. I could not stop him.
I felt my shoulder's drop.
He smiled as he walked past us. Once we heard the door shut, we both sighed. "Tweek, you knew better." she said throwing away the shards. "I could not stand by and watch him hit you." I said. She leaned against the counter. I could see her shoulders shaking. I bit my lip, thinking. "Mom, you do not deserve to be here." I said. She just smiled back at me, "I married him Tweek. I have to be here. Besides," she turned her back to me and looked out the window, "there is no way I could leave. I do not have the means and I could not leave you." My heart ached with a pain that I had never felt before. It was a mixture of sadness and guilt.
So, I am the reason that she is staying behind. Going through this abuse.
"Wait here mom." I said running up to my room.
I opened up the closet door. Moving some clothes from off the floor I found the small fake wall that I put in. I pulled it away reveling over ten thousand dollars, a plane ticket, a disposable phone, and the deed to a small trailer in Vermont. I threw them in the bag. I ran back downstairs. I looked at my mom. She was still looking out the window. The moonlight made her look younger. I wondered what my mom's life would have been like if she never met my dad. If she never got into this nasty business. If I had never been born.
I coughed to get her attention. "Here." I whispered. My mom took the bag. While looking inside her eyes grew wide, "Tweek." "Take it and leave mom. You do not need to be here." I said. "But I cannot leave you Tweek." I could feel the tears in my eyes. "You need to go mom. If you don't then something bad could happen. I will be okay." I grabbed her shoulders, "Please mom." She looked at me, "I can't honey." I squeezed her shoulders and whispered, "Yes you can mom. I will meet you once I collect enough money to get to Vermont." I watched the battle happening in her eyes. Deep down I knew she did not want to leave. This was her home, but she needed to. She needed to be safe. "Okay." she said with tears in her eyes.
I hugged her. We stood there for a moment, crying.
After some time, we broke apart. I went up to the room to make sure my dad was asleep, while my mom called a taxi. I opened the door. He was in the bed, sprawled out and snoring. I slowly closed the door. I walked downstairs. "Now is your chance mom." I said. We walked quickly to the door and opened it. It was raining again. The cab was idling in the street. Mom hugged me for one last time.
"I love you so much Tweek." she whispered.
"I love you too mom." I said back.
I held back the tears as she got into the cab. She waved as the cab drove off. I waved back finally letting the tears flow again. I do not know how long I stood there; crying in the rain. I probably would have stood there the whole night if I had not felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned my head to see Craig standing there. He must have been smoking over by the lamp post, watching us. My body acted on its own as I wrapped my arms around him. Instead of pushing away, he wrapped his arms around me. He held me close. While rubbing my back he let me cry into his chest. I cried, but my tears were for a selfish reason this time. I cried because I wish I was in that cab, going to Vermont.
We stood there in silence for a long time. I think we were afraid of breaking the silence. I was afraid because I might spill everything to Craig. Him holding me like this reminded me of elementary school. He would hold me like this when I was having a panic attack. It was calming. I wanted to stay like this forever. Funny how things work, right. I was glad that Craig finally broke the silence. "I think it is time to wake up Tweek." Craig whispered.
"Huh?" I said looking up at him. "It's time to wake up sweetie." he said again, but his voice changed into my moms. "What the hell!" I began to back away. "Tweek" my moms voice hummed. How could this be happening? She just left. I should not hear her voice.
Maybe I am back on meth. I remember having events like this when I was on it.
"Tweek, you are going to be late for school." my mom cooed. I held my hands over my ears, screaming. "SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP!" Then the world went black.
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