“Alex! Its time to get up! You’re going to be late for your flight!” My mother’s voice called from downstairs. I could hear the sadness in it, although she was doing her best to be chipper and stay calm. It was enough to get me to bounce up from my bed, and toss on a white short sleeve t shirt, along with my favorite red hoodie, that had a black spider-man logo on the front. Grabbing my black and pink book bag, that had clothes and my sketchbook in it, I ran out of my bedroom, slipping on my boots as I fell down the steps.
“Ow.” Sitting up, I could hear my mother laughing as I tied my boots. “You shouldn’t have tried hoping down while getting them on.” I could hear the worry in her voice, wanting to make sure I was okay, but I just let out a soft chuckle. “Yeah yeah, I know. Im just excited. I finally get to see dad after ten years!” I knew this upset her, as she didn’t care much for my dad at all. “And I also get to see my little sis! You know how amazing this is?!”
“But you have a sister here. And you don’t spend any time with her.” My mom always tried to make me want to stay and do things I didn’t want to. She was the fixer. “I try but you know she hates me. If you ever find out why, let me know.” My voice broke a bit. I always wanted a sister who cared for me and wanted to spend time with me, but as she grew up, she started wanting nothing to do with me. The only time she wanted to spend time with me, is when she wanted something from me. “I know, son. Its just,” she paused and shook her head, her short blonde hair trying to swing back and forth.
“I get it mom. Ill give you a call when I get to the airport, when the flight leaves, and when I land down.” This broke her. She started balling and pulled me into a tight hug, keeping my slim and athletic body pressed against her rather large one. “I’ll miss you. You know I love you and I always will. You better call me everyday.”
I couldn’t hold back my tears anymore. I never really knew my dad, and to be leaving my mom, the only caring person I had left after my grandmother passed away, broke my heart. “I know. I love you mom. Ill be back soon to visit. You have my word.”
As I pulled away and walked out of the house, the tears finally started pouring. “Tell your dad if he doesn’t take care of you, I will fly out there and kick his ass!”
I arrived in Ontario, California three days later. The three days were hell. Had to wait one whole day in Denver, with no money, no food, no place to stay except the airport, for a whole day. I was finally here though. Just a little drive from Hesperia.
My dad and his wife picked me up from the airport. The ride was eating me alive. You see, a few months back I was in an accident, where the brakes of my mother’s truck stopped working as soon as I started going down a steep hill. By the time I reached the bottom, I was going roughly sixty miles an hour, and slammed into a trailer head first.
The doctor said I would never walk again due to a fracture in my spine. That was the only injury I acquired however. I had brain bleeding and a broken ankle.
Ever since that day, I have hated being in vehicles. It gave me panic attacks and bad anxiety, so I was glad when we finally reached my new home.
It only took me thirty minutes to unpack my stuff, since I only had my book bag. When I was done unpacking, I walked out to the living room to see my dad, and his wife, walking out the door, to take off and go do their own thing. I knew they were heading to Vegas for a week, which is why I got here when I did. I didn’t mind however, as it gave me time to meet and get to know my half-sister, Dakota.
