Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-33719196-20191204001428

This is only a sample of the work*

As criticism is given, I will begin improving more parts of the story

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'''Before I tell you this story, I have to say that my dad is an absolute drunkard who is unfortunately rich and is a common target for female gold diggers. He works as an executive of a large enterprise that is constantly launching new products, or at least that’s what he pretends to be. In reality, he’s a drug dealer who hides drugs and ships them off to other countries to make people think that he gets his money by actually working hard. In my eyes, he is nothing more than a father, and I don’t mean that as a compliment. '''

'''A lot of times, he is too busy to spend time with me. Out in bars talking to probably my future mother-in-law who is probably younger than me. I see him walking in and out of the house with suitcases of whatever the hell he has and he always threatens me to not tell law enforcement or the police in general because he would promise to decapitate me and bash my disembodied head against a brick wall. That is probably the worst one I have heard so far. '''

'''I don’t live with him today because as of now, I’m 25 and engaged to the girl of my dreams. We have a good 2 story house and I got a job that pays extremely well. However, this story is not about me. Or at least it’s not just about me.'''

'''This story is about my parents. '''

'''My mother was a ray of sunshine and she had golden hair, the perfect body and I honestly see why dad chose her. However, another thing you should know is that my father wasn’t actually a drug dealer when my mother was here. My father was a Sr. Medical Biller who was actually making good money. '''

'''Our family was like the other average families that you would see on the streets of good old New York City. Watching musicals on Broadway in Times Square, cruising the Hudson river, and having breakfast at the local dunkin donuts because man, that place was good as hell. We would see the beautiful night sky and the lights of NYC with the signs on stores that would light up in the most colorful patterns you would ever see. Hearing the buzz of traffic and pedestrians running across a red sign. '''

'''However, my family hid something from me that I knew of. On a Saturday afternoon at around 2 PM, I was playing in my mom’s room. Her room was pristine, yet her desk was a mess. Being the curious ass little boy I was, I rummaged through her papers. Her desk was mainly fashion magazines and newspapers. I sat on her chair and used my hands to part out the mess to look at some papers. However, there was one thing that was at the bottom of the pile. It was a corner of a piece of paper that mom would use to write important letters. I honestly didn’t know why the hell mom would have it because she never kept important stuff lying around on the desk or even the bottom of a mess just for her 12 year old son to find it. '''

'''However, when I picked the corner up, it didn’t reveal a full piece of paper underneath. It was just a piece of the entire thing. It was like a puzzle piece. That just got me more curious and I began to search for some more pieces that may be lying around. I put my foot forward when I felt pain at the bottom of my sole. I stepped on a corner of a box. That box wasn’t there before and I know because I have been in my mother’s room hundreds of times. It was a teal box with a ribbon over it. It looked like those shiny Christmas presents that are under the tree on Christmas day just begging to be opened. '''

'''Inside the box was 12 pieces of ripped up paper. It didn’t take me long to realize that it was the rest of this letter. I pieced together the letter. I froze as I was reading it and got chills when I finished. I almost cried because I understood something. The truth about my parents. I’ll tell you why later on. '''

However, I can’t leave without letting her know that I understood her.

So, I wrote something to my mom, returned all the pieces back where the were and next to the piece of paper on the desk, I wrote on a sticky note,

Your secret is safe with me

'''- Brandon. '''

'''As of the next day, I woke up to once again see my parents not home. I was on break due to it being Thanksgiving break. However, my parents had to work 3 more days before they were off. When they got off work that day, my father instantly went to take a shower and go to bed. That was quite odd because he was always active afterwards. However, my mom went into her room and I rushed to mine and shut the door. I could hear her reading my note and then I heard a thud. I don’t know why but I heard a thud on the floor. It was my mother who was crying. I went and gave her a hug. '''

'''She was on her knees crying. She hugged me back for what seemed like forever. Once the whole thing was over, she left her room for dinner. I took that time to piece together her letter.'''

Dear Libby, 

Hi Libby, I have to write to you about this because my phone is not a safe place to keep what I’m about to say to you.

'''I’m not ready to tell him this, but I think I’m ready for a divorce. I want you to know this because you are the closest one to me who I can actually tell. My son is way too young to understand this and my husband will literally kill me when he finds out. '''

'''I can’t stand living with this man anymore because I have to hide my bruises and scars from the family. They will never believe me if I told them nor if I proved it to them. I tried going up to my other cousin Lara about this, but she ignored me. My mother and father has also denied what I’m going through. '''

I don’t know why but everytime I sleep with him, I wake up in bruises and whenever I’m in his presence when he gets mad, he takes hout his belt and… 

'''This part of the letter looks like it was smeared out with a stain. It looked like water. '''

'''I have to cry myself to sleep every day here because there is no way I can break off with this man. He won’t agree to a divorce and he got mad the last time I discussed this with him. I can’t keep repeating this cycle over and over again. The worst thing is that my son will have to live through this with him and I don’t want him to suffer because of me. '''

'''I wonder what she meant by “suffer because of me.” Wasn’t she the victim? This was probably the only part of the letter that I didn’t understand at that time. '''

'''You know what I mean Libby. Please, I’m planning to talk to you tomorrow and go over to your house to discuss planning to divorce and get away. How am I supposed to tell my son this? I don’t want him to live without a mother. I want to see my son graduate high school, get into college, go to university, get a job, and have kids. Then I can die happy. I want to see that. I want the best for my son. He is the greatest little angel that can be given to me and if you want me to be honest, I don’t deserve that. However, the least I can do right now is to watch him succeed. I want him to succeed me, and his father. Even if I don’t get to live my life the way I want to because I get bruises and scars at night that I have to hide the next morning, I get to see him grow up. That would be the greatest gift to me of all. '''

'''As a mother, that is literally all I want. To see my baby go through life without getting controlled by another force. I want him to be successful so that one day, he can pass this gift on to his children. I want to see him push out negativity and bounce back from trials of life because no one said it was going to be easy. '''

'''Most of all, I want to see my baby conquer life because I can’t. I can’t give up now, or else I would fail as his mother. I only want the best for him, and for him to move forward to not regret a thing.'''

'''Only God will tell, and guide my way. '''

Please do reply as quick as you can. Christina 
 * Your cousin, 

'''I understood a bit then about my family. '''

'''It all made sense now. Even though we looked like the average family, or so I thought, I began noticing things that were out of place, even before reading this whole letter. I noticed that mom began limping a bit and I remember her sleeping with dad and I would see mom limp a little more the next day. '''

'''I would always see mom wearing long dresses inside. She always tells me that she wears them because she doesn’t want to change into pyjamas too early and she would always wear the same dresses to work. '''

'''I was lied to for a long time. I realized that by this letter, I can begin to make sense of those things. '''

'''I can see dad come home slightly off and she would be on the couch instead of being active. He would sometimes send me off to my room because he wanted to talk to mom alone in the room. He would also spend less and less time with me as time progressed. '''

'''Now, I knew the truth, we weren’t the perfect and normal family in the city of NY. My parent’s marriage wasn’t the perfect marriage. I just had one question about this whole thing that has gone unanswered for 12 years. '''

Why?

'''Why would this happen to our family specifically? My mom and dad trying to put on a good face in front of me, and yet in that bedroom, unexplainable horrors would happen in that short amount of time. Now it hurts to see mom in her flower dress that covered her whole body and my dad sitting on the couch instead of cooking or getting the water from the local dispenser. I no longer see my family as normal. All because of this ripped up piece of paper that I found when I was 12 on a Saturday afternoon at 2 PM. '''  