When I got home I had some explaining to do. Mum and Dad were waiting on the front porch for me to get home, Mum had a worried look on her face but Dad? No Dad had a stern look and I just wore an emotionless look on my face. I walked up to them and Mum hugged me to the point where I almost couldnt breathe. Almost, as the hug was going on I still wore my emotionless look. Dad looked at me and when he saw my face he softened his gaze. Mum let me go and then it was Dads turn he didnt hug me with as much force Mum used but eh its Dad. When I got ready to pull out of the hug which I was not actually in, Dad whispered in my ear. The words he said made me break down and cry into his shoulder Itll be okay Mum didnt know what was happening but she knew it was our moment so she stayed back, for that I thank her. Everything suddenly hit me all at once like a scooter colliding with a wall, I had skipped school, the whole day, he was gone, never coming back.
That night I couldnt get to sleep, believe me I tried but my mind kept circling back to him, he had the kindest heart but that kind heart had felt pain that no one ever should. His problems were bigger than just the bullying, I would always ask what the problems were but he never answered, he would always either shift the conversation to me or just make the most ridiculous face that always made me laugh. The next day at school nothing really happened, I didnt skip class this time. Although my heart told me to do whatever to make this feeling go away, my head knew staying in class was the right thing to do. I tried to stay on task in class but nothing was working, even in my favourite part of school, lunch, I was miserable. At lunch I was sitting by myself when Blake, the school bully, came over. I didnt want to deal with his b.s today but I just sat there, frozen. I remember when he got bullied by Blake, he was horrible at handling anything like that, he told me he would cry himself to sleep nearly every night. As those thoughts went through my mind he was still talking, I didnt hear him. But as all those memories flooded back to me, I got angry, I clenched my fist and before I know what Im doing hes on the floor with me towering over him. Once I realize what happened I just ran and ran and ran. I ran all the way home. I got home, slammed the front door and went to my room. As I recalled all of what happened I flipped over and cried silently into my pillow. Mum didnt know I was home, she was just cleaning the house while Dad was at work. She came into my room and suddenly I was engulfed in a hug, she had asked what had happened and I just sat there hyperventilating from the lack of air my lungs were getting. She knew I wasnt going to talk anytime soon so she left my room. A couple minutes later she came back with a hot chocolate and a biscuit in her hands. She gave them to me and I accepted gratefully. Mum had sat on my bed and I started telling her what had happened, warm tears pricked the corners of my eyes but I didnt cry, I could tell by her facial expressions that she wasnt pleased that I had punched a kid but at the same time she conveyed emotion through her actions, the emotion sadness. She gave me the advice to remember happier memories instead of everything else, I took her advice. And the rest of the night was spent remembering all the happy moments with him just smiling, every now and then a tear would try and fall but I wouldn't let it.
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