So that's how I became best friends with Parker Lamb. Despite the protest from his friends he walked me home every day.

   We talked about J.K Rowling's works and who had the best qualities among the characters in Harry Potter. Hermione Granger was my pick, Parker said that I reminded him of her. I told him I didn't see the resemblance
He liked Dumbledore,which I retorted that I could see the resemblance and he said 'by what being the greatest wizard of all time ?'And I answered no by being two very old ugly guys with beards"
By then we were by my house and he asked to come in and I told him anxiously I had calculus homework to do and he looked at me with an 'I know you're lying ' but said goodbye anyways .

I stood outside front of my house until I couldn't see Parker anymore ,bug I still didn't want to go inside if my dad was there so I went to go and check if Dad's car was in the garage.
Thankfully, it's not there , I walk in through the garage door.

I walk down the hallway through the kitchen into the backroom of the house, I smelled the bitter smell of medication and the sound of heart monitors.

"Is that my Addy?"

"Yes, Gramps."

I walked over to the side of his hospital bed and looked down at his clouded eyes. He seemed to be searching for me even though I know he could no longer see.

I sat down in the chair at his bed side. And held his hand so he knew I was was there his hand were soft and vain a popped out on the top.

"How are you today?" I asked softly .

"Same as always, my love." He said in his thick British accent .

He smiled up brightly showing only a few rotten teeth left in his mouth.

I smiled at him.

"How about you, my dear?" He asked. "Surely yours was a lot more adventurous than mine."

" I don't know about that."  I say, shaking my head.

He looks confused. " My dear , anything is better than lying here." He lets out a hard chuckle.

My Grandfather was once a man of great adventure , He is originally from England but he has traveled all over the world as a pilot in the British Royal Air Force.
That is until he met my grandmother, they met in New York City in the 50's and he was smitten and they soon settled down and had my father.

He never said but I know it was the worst decision of his life. A life time of adventure given up so now he can lie in a house with his drunken son and his granddaughter.

My heart ached to think about it , I wanted to be able to give him better stories when I came home to be able to live my life as he did his.

"Addison?"

He reached out for my hand so I took his in mine.

"Yes, Grandfather?" I said cutting back the sadness in my voice.

"All I want for you is a Lifetime of happiness." He had a worried look on his face as if he was wondering wether I was listening or not.

"Wether thats finding someone to spend the rest of your life with, or a exploring the world." He continued . "Get out of this house, and live your life."

"I'm not going to leave yo-"

I was cut off by a loud slam coming from the front of the house.

Dad's home.

My Grandfather looked up frantically.

"Run, hurry and get to your room before he finds you."

I make a run for the door and try to run down the hallway to my bedroom but something catches me by my hair.

I fall on my back looking up at my father. Who is already drunk at 4 in the afternoon.

I wasn't fast enough.

"What are you doing out of your room , piece of shit?" He says sickly.

He spits on my cheek.

I get up and wipe it off .

"I'm sorry, I was on my way to my room, I'm sorry."

"I don't want to hear it!"He pushes and I fall down again."Get in your room or get out of this house!"

He starts kicking at me, I hold in the pain as  I stagger to my feet and make a run for my room.

I close my door and fall down on my bed. I peel off my pants and examine my hip where I had been kick that would surely be a big purple bruise tomorrow.

My childhood was very short, as a small child my mother, father and grandfather spoiled me with love and anything I wanted.

My mother would cook me oatmeal cookies and give me kisses that would leave big red marks from her lipstick.
My father would by me toys sometimes after he came home from work, I greeted him everyday at the door after work and he kiss me on my forehead and we'd sit in the living room watching T.V until dinner was ready.
And my grandfather would tell me stories of his great adventures before he tucked me into bed.

That didn't last long.

My father found out my mother was having an affair, I wasn't even my father's child.
Still she left me here with him, she moved to California with her new husband.

Not taking her 9 year old daughter with her . They didn't need a kid ruining  there adventures.

After that, my grandfather started to get sick and my father grew to hate me and started drinking a lot.

As a child I remember so much life in his eyes, Childlike and friendly now cold and dull. In a way I think he blamed me just as I used to blame myself.

I looked down on the scars on my thighs, I can't go back to that time.