Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Drama

The world can be a cruel and unusual punishment place for anyone but it seems to go out of its way to make it extremely difficult for me. Take my birth for example, I was born in the middle of the summer of 84 to an unwed teenaged mother. My father, who was a few yrs older than my mother at the time had convinced himself that this would be the moment for redemption for his own life.  Both parents had no clue what they were going to do with themselves let alone a child. So like many other families, my grandparents took full control of the situation and decided that my parents should get married and give me the proper upbringing. That sounds nice and all but they didnt calculate in one big factor. Neither one the were in love with each other. They constantly fought and argued about everything. I mean even things as simple as what to eat for dinner or where to live after the wedding. They did however agree to give me a decent name, Alan. My mother, Susan lived at home with her parents Ryan and Beth. Mom had two sisters who still lived at home and one brother who was away at college in New York. For the first two yrs of my life I lived with my mother under the guidance of my grand parents. My grandfather was a big man with a heart of gold. He worked 3rd shift for a local manufacturer as a supervisor. He made sure that anything I could have ever wanted or needed I had it. My grandmother was a stay at home mom during the week but an choir director on sundays. She kept us all together, if anyone ever had a problem she found ways to solve it. A month after my 2nd birthday my parents got married. They had the traditional church wedding eith lots of family and friends in attendance. My father had secured a small apartment just down the street from my mother's parents for us to live in. Now I know what your thinking life seems to be going pretty good for me huh. Well keep reading. The first couple of months things were swell. Mom had found a job and I had daycare to attend. Dad worked late most nights but would make it home just in time for dinner. Then one day mom picked me up from daycare early and we went home. My aunts were there helping my mother pack our things into ny mother's car. After getting most of our things packed up my aunt took the first load in her car and left. No sooner than she pulked off my father showed up and started yelling at my mother. Things were way to tense so I hid in my closet covering my ears so that i couldnt hear my mothers screams. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore so I ran into my parents room where I see my mother up against the wall being chocked by my father. I climbed up on their bed and proceeded to cry. He stopped once he saw how his actions were affecting me. And allowed my mother to leave but without me. She begged and pleaded with him, even saying she wanted to stay but he pucked her up and threw her out of the door and locked her out.