Category : Stories

Sub Category : Drama

       *Sort of a Side-Story from JackBeQuick*

        My parents got a divorce a few weeks ago. It was on my seventh birthday. I don’t know what divorce really means, but after it, I never saw them together anymore. I guess I like that better. It is a lot better than them yelling at each other. I didn’t like that. It always scared me. 
        They still talk about each other using words I’m not supposed to say. That used to make me sad, but it doesn’t bug me anymore. 
        My mom has a new boyfriend named Steve. He’s a nice enough guy and tries to play with me. He doesn’t exactly know how to play, but at least he’s trying. That’s all I can ask for, right?
        I used to have an older sister. She was two years older than me, but she’s in Heaven now. A man came and took her away. I remember it, too. She was pushing me on a swing when the man drove up in a silver car. He was asking for directions, and I had thought he was in trouble because my sister didn’t know where any place was. Then, the man grabbed her hair and tried to pull her into the car through the window. She kicked and screamed until the man hit her on the head. Then she was quiet. I remember I wanted to run and tell mommy but the swing was still moving too fast and too high for me to jump off. I still am afraid of heights. The man pulled her into the car and drove off. 
        Don’t tell my mommy or daddy I said this, but it was all my fault. If I hadn’t asked her to push me on that stupid swing, maybe she would still be here with me. I miss her. 
        My parents said the man had taken her to Heaven, but I told them he didn’t look like an angel. That’s when mommy started crying. Two weeks later, they got a divorce. 
        Now, I spend a week with my mom and Steve then the next with my daddy. My dad used to be really fun and would make goofy faces all the time. Now, he picks me up from school, takes me to his house, and sits on the couch watching TV. He seems sad. I wish I had my old daddy back. 
        I blame myself for it everything. It’s all my fault my sister is gone, my mom and dad got a divorce, and my daddy is sad. Sometimes I sit outside and wait for that silver car to pull up. If that man was an angel, he could bring my sister back, right? So, I sit and wait. He hasn’t come back, yet. 

       To be continued...