XIII
Will's PoV:
"You don't know what he's done. . You don't know anything about me!"
What does Nico mean? Hades has done something bad, that's obvious. Something bad enough to make Nico cry, to. . To make him scream. I let my mind drifts to other thoughts, though. It's my birthday, and my parents probably haven't even given me a thought. I can imagine what the people they work with are saying.
"Can you believe? I didn't even know they had a kid."
"Poor kid, his parents are never home."
"I'd never do that to my kid(s)!"
"At least we didn't go through that! We had loving and caring, parents."
I grit my teeth, and keep walking. Just got to keep walking. Just walk. Can't let it get to me. Won't let it get to me. You can't let it get to you. I am letting it get to me, though. I run the rest of my way home, ignoring everything around me. I can't let it get to me. Don't let it get to me. It's not their choice, they need to make money. To keep us alive. But they do have a choice, and so far their choice isn't me, it's their work. I bring out my keys and unlock the door in a flash. I need to punch something. . . No. This isn't me. I don't care, I understand that they have work, it's important. More important than their son. . I slam the door close, baffled by my thoughts. I never think like this. This isn't me. As I slip off my shoes, I hear a noise in the kitchen. Instantly changing my mood from angry to alert, and ready to protect myself.
I look around quickly, for anything that can do damage. I am not going to die on my eighteenth birthday. I realize I have nothing sharp besides my keys, and they won't do much. Dammit. I'm dying on my birthday. Best present ever!
"Who's there?" I ask hesitantly. Maybe I can somehow get the intruder to feel sorry for me, though inside I know it'll never work. More noise. I see the light flick on as I creep closer to the kitchen.
"I'm armed and- ARGHH!" I yell as I'm knocked back, and I'm on the floor with the intruder on top of me. Woah there. . .
Cold metal presses against my throat, and I shut my eyes. "P-please. . D-don't. ."
They falter, and the metal isn't pressed against my throat anymore, and I don't feel the weight anymore.
"Will?" I familiar voice says. I peek open an eye, and my breath hitches.
"D-dad?"
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My hands are still shaking as I put the glass of water down, and look at my parents. Questions swirl around in my head. Why are they here now? Have they just remembered me and decided to pay me a visit? I'm eighteen now, they won't have to visit anymore. One less thing to worry about for them.
"Will. . We realize we haven't been the best parents." No shit. "So, we've come back to wish you a happy birthday!"
"And then leave again?" I snap, and regret my words. I should be grateful they're here. That they remembered my birthday. My mother looks at me sadly.
"I know we haven't been there for you. But we want to change."
I sigh, and nod slowly.
My father licks his lips, as if deciding what to say. "We. . We also got you a gift. Follow me."
We all follow him and go to the garage where he opens the door, flicks the light on, and smiles lightly at me. "I hope you like it," He says, and I walk in.
I gasp at the orange truck in front of me. (A/N: pic above) It looks like something, well, I would drive. I can imagine Nico-- Nico. The happiness drains out of me and I slump my shoulders. I stand straight again and plaster on a smile that's not entire fake. I turn around, and see my parents standing in the doorway, my mother has a lopsided smile and my father is smiling hopefully as if a car would fix everything. I swallow.
"It's great, guys. . Thank you." I walk over to them and embrace them, breathing in their scents.
They smell like grass, fresh and just cut, like when you walk outside and just take in everything. The smell, the way the world looks, and everything just feels beautiful. The grass is beautiful, the flowers smell pleasant, the sky is cloudless. Kids are climbing trees and falling and getting hurt and that's okay because everyone falls, and everyone gets hurt, and and their parents tell them it's okay and the kids are crying and their lips are quivering as their parents console them. It's okay because everyone gets hurt at some point in time, physically and mentally. It's okay because you have someone that loves you and that'll hold you and patch up your wounds. It's okay because there will always be someone there to love you until there isn't and then it isn't okay, but you tell yourself it's okay and you have to tell yourself it's okay because God knows that's what everyone else does.
I don't realize I'm crying until my mother is wiping a tear off my cheek, and I bury my face in the crook of her neck and I cry, I cry because my parents are here and they haven't been there for me but they want to change and that's what's important, and I cry because Nico probably hates me and we kissed and it's my birthday and my life is a mess.
I cry, and I cry, and I cry, and my parents are there and my mother is holding me and rubbing my back soothingly and I hear her tears and they're saying it's okay, and I laugh through my tears, and they say that they're here now, and it's true, that's what matters. My father is next to us, holding us, and maybe I'm just imaging things but I think I might hear him crying too.
We cry, I clutch my mother like she's my life support and send them a silent message that I hope they'll get.
It's okay. I forgive you.
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A/N:
Anyone catch my Crybaby reference
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Wow, what is this chapter? I'd say.. . . Angsty? Probably. Maybe. Was it?
Will's parents are here. Yay? I don't know if I want to start the next chapter with Nico's PoV or Will's. I just did Will's, but I think I have more to write for him, but. . . . . . . never mind, I won't trouble you
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