Undying Love--Chapter 8, The Finale
xHannaHx:
awesome story. i like the feeling of sadness..lol 'how wierd did that sound?' lol
great job, keep it up. pics are amazing too!
satsoveranddone:
i more than like it i love it its a great way to start the story
cookie_monster8:
That was amazing. Great Job.
cynthia_1:
I really appreciate all the comments. It makes my day. I will be updating with chapter 2 soon--probably today. Thanks again.
cynthia_1:
"Zach, you mean to tell me he left on your birthday?"
"Yes..." I turned from her to wipe a fresh tear making its escape from my eye.
"What happened? Where did he go? Did he come back?" she asked quizitively.
"I don't know where he went. Mom told me that they had a big fight and he told her that he had to get out. She thought he meant just for awhile, to get some air...Not forever."
'Zach go on and enjoy your party. I'm sure your dad will be back soon.' I didn't believe her and I knew she didn't believe what she was saying, either.
'I doubt it. I'm not sure I want him back if that's the way he feels.'
'Zachary David, what on Earth are you talking about? Your father loves you.' Mom spoke with anger that fell through to sadness.
'I know what he said the other night about the switches and how he wasn't very proud.
'Now Zach, you father did not mean those things that he said.' Mom tried to somewhat take up for dad.
I pulled away from her embrace, anger so strong I could hear my heart beating in my ears,
'Oh yeah, then why did you get angry? I heard what you said to him. I was standing right outside your door.'
I expected a smack across my face and sent to my room. Instead mom stood there in front of me, broken, with tears streaming...no flooding down her face.
'Your right, Zach, I was angry. Actually hurt and devastated that your father would talk about you that way. What I didn't know was that you heard it. That makes it worse and I'm sorry.'
'No, Mom, I'm sorry. I wish that you hadn't heard it either. What I don't really understand is why dad is doing this to me...to us. Doesn't he know that I love him?'
That night I prayed, 'God, would You help me understand why my dad did this to us? Please help him to stop hurting and let him know that we still love him...even me.
That night as I was drifting off to sleep, I could hear my mother's soft sobs as she cried herself to sleep.
'Happy Birthday to me'
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