We’re Alone in This Town

It’s been a week since my father died in a car accident.  I still think the accident is suspicious.  The car that hit my father’s is the exact same one as Arnold’s.  I don’t care what my mother says, she never has cared about me anyways.  Neil says he remembers Arnold leaving.  Why won’t the police and investigators release any information besides “…it was an accident…”?  There must have been a deal made!  Yes, I’m not an adult yet, though a few months’ time and that will be no more.  My brother deserves to know no matter what.  Arnold, you will NOT get away with this.

I was so happy before all the chaos.  I was ready to leave California for South Carolina and have a fresh start.  Yes, I would have to breakup with Lucas, but it would be for the best.  Glennon and I would no longer have to deal with our mother’s insanity and manipulation.  We could breathe calmly and sleep soundly.  No more fear that we have to see her horrid face and hear her horrid screams about how we are unloving and uncaring.  We could wake up on a Saturday morning and go to the beach.  Be a family.  I was ready for this change.  But sadly, whoever was driving the blue Chevy had other plans. 

It was only two days ago that Pa was buried.  People came to the calling hours, but Glennon, Grandma, Grandpa, Phil, and I were the only ones who went to the funeral.  Since we were planning on leaving California, Grandma and Grandpa decided that they needed to leave town and travel to Southern California.  We could live with them, but they think we need to stay here.  No one here understands.  No one here knows how bad it truly is to have to stay here.  In other words, live with my mother and Arnold.  Liars, abusers, and true evil. 

Glennon and I are alone in this town.  No one knows the pain.  No one knows what we really need to do since our father has died.  Everyone else thinks they know what we need.  What we need is out, not even more in to the point where out is a dream.  I don’t want to live with people who lie because they want to get away with crimes and pretend they are good people.  People outside of my mother’s home know that they are messed up in the head, but don’t want to admit it officially.  It’s too depressing to admit.  If a nine-year-old and I can admit it, they can too!  Goodbye happy life.  For now, I will stay calm and hope you will come for me later.

I must stay strong for Glennon.  He needs to know that we will not be stuck in this blob forever.  He needs to know that things will be better one day and stay positive.  I also hope that one day we will find the truth to this so-called “accident”.  Police corruption is a real thing.  I will never be able to trust them fully until the truth comes.  If other want to, go ahead, but beware of what corruption may be put onto you.  I wish I could try to get someone like Phil to get the truth.  He and dad were true friends and would do anything for each other.  Sadly, he does not think he should because the police and investigators are in charge.  Let them do their work.  We’re alone in this town.