Car Adventure

Hi, names Liam. I'm 15 and this is a story about a feud between me and my brother Max who is two years older than me.

My brother and I have been real close since we were kids. Nothing could keep us apart and I mean nothing. When we were kids and our parents tried to separate us we would cry non stop until we were put back with each other. We were brothers forever and nothing could break or so we thought. We were nine when my mom found out that our dad were cheating on her and filed a divorce. If that wasn't bad he filed for child support for us. We didn't want dad to separate us.

We were in court when the judge ruled that mom would take one of us and dad would take the other. In other words I got stuck with dad while Max got mom. Although mom pleaded with dad to not take me from her he didn't listen. As we walked away from the court I realized that today would be the last time I saw my brother. The more I stayed with dad the more I hated him and especially his new girlfriend, patty. She would always treat me as her servant, and ask me for everything even when it was really close to her. I hated her, no let me change that I loathe her. Most of the times when my dad left the house for like a few minutes that's when she turned into a monster. I kinda developed a strategy for that moment. I would lock myself in my room until my dad came back home. There was this one time where she got mad at me for being in my room she kicked down the door and when my dad asked about it she would say that it was my fault and then that would lead to the belt. I would always think about if Max was getting the same treat me as me or he was he doing well. I mean of course he is being treated well he's with mom. Mom was always the kind one in the family. She would always tell us about the golden rule and how we should follow it. We didn't really believe in the golden rule because if I was being bullied I wouldn't want to sit back and do nothing I would want to get them back. All I knew was that life was treating me badly and I would always wonder what I did that life had to treat me this way. Sometimes I would even wonder if I deserved to live and if anyone would miss me if I were to die.

It was my birthday month and for once I was so excited for my birthday to come. I had kept asking dad for a birthday party and I had really hope he remembered and got me but when my birthday finally came around, not only did he not get me a birthday party or present he never remembered my birthday at all. I felt so sad and lonely that I went to my room and cried. I hated him so much for cheating on my mother and for separating my brother from me. I hated him so much that I wanted to run away and go live with mom and Max. It was decided, I was gonna run away. At first it sounded crazy because I couldn't even remember the street my mom's house was on but all I knew was that I had to get away from my dad and his mean girlfriend. I packed what I could find and had went on my way. Usually you would think someone would notice you're missing but nope nothing. No one cared enough about me to even know I was gone.

As I was about to cross the street I noticed my dad was running after me asking me to come back in the house. I didn't want him to stop me so I ran across the street but didn't even look. My dad was yelling and shouting something but he was too far for me to hear what he was saying. I stopped for a sec and as I turned around a car came out of nowhere and hit me. That was the last thing I could remember.