Chapter two
Well this part of my story isn’t that funny, but it’ll help you understand my situation a lot more.
So you already know that i left Australia and came to London. But you don’t really know why and that’s what I want to explain now.
Lets start from the beginning.
My mother and father were married for 15 years, they were a very happy couple, don’t even remember them fighting. Every year, my mom and us kids went abroad to London, so my mom can visit her family and like always my dad was meant to follow us to London.
But there is a twist.
My mom and dad unlike any other time in my life were having fight after fight. My mom was always crying and well it was scary. So going to London was supposed to be something good.
But oh no how wrong I was.
We weren’t having fun or going out every day (The thing that you would expect to happen on holiday.) No, none of that. We spent day after day in my grand parent’s house getting board. I really hated every second of it.
It had been 2 weeks or so that we had come to London. I realised all of a sudden that my school in Australia starts tomorrow. I went to my mom and said “Mom..mom we need to go back, we need to go back.. I have school tomorrow!!!”
She approached me with a very loving face and said “I wish we could”.
That’s all I was told. This was really starting to become weird, I hadn’t seen my dad in 2 week, and I haven’t talked to him. I’ve seen my mom cry so much and everyone around me was acting really weird.
What was going on?
Three days after my mom had told me that phrase. My grand mother and father called us down stares. By us I mean my brother harry and me.
My grand father told us that there is something that he wanted to tell us and has been wanting to tell us for a long time. He told us that we should both be strong and be men. I was so confused.
And her it came the thing that will change my life forever. The point of no return.
My grandfather very reluctantly told us that my dad, the dad that I loved so much, the dad I worshiped and I would have died for had been cheating on my mom and had married another woman.
I remember it very well. My brother suddenly burst into tears. He was crying uncontrollably.
But me .Nothing. I was emotionless. Nothing. No tears, no screams and no emotions.
Everything had died. My beliefs were all gone and destroyed. My life was no longer there. My pride had vanished and my heart was broken.
I remember my grand parents saying that my mom didn’t want to tell us all this because she didn’t want us to get hurt.
Dam how right she was.....
After a few moments my mom came down the stairs took both of us up to her room. She wanted to comfort us and said we are in this together and we can get out of this together.
My brother had yet again crumbled and started crying in front of my mom. My mom grabbed him and smothered him with her love. Me, well I was just there. Didn’t cry, didn’t feel and didn’t understand. I didn’t know what love meant any more.
The following couple of days were very tuff because my mom had told me and Harry that we had to go to school in London and that we had to take asylum.
I had no clue what the hell that world meant. But I knew it meant bad news. I think my mom made me visit around 10 to 20 schools in a space of a week. We applied to all of them but were told that I was very unlikely to get into any of them because it was half way through the school year.
Finally, a peace of good new came through the post. It was a school that I’d applied for they said that space was available for me to join the school but I had to wait a couple of weeks. I was some what relieved my grand parent house was starting to get extremely dull.
