It's been about three hours since mom left.
It's dark now.
“Dad” already went inside.
I went for a walk in the woods behind the house.
I found an old swing.
I swung for a while,
until “dad” started screaming for me.
I hate calling him dad.
But I don't know his name.
He screamed again.
Man this guy's got a lot of lung capacity.
I had a childish urge to swing really high and then jump off.
But I don't want to hurt myself the first day here.
I dragged my feet on the ground and stopped.
I got up.
I walked toward the house.
Oh my God. I'm coming.
I walked a little faster.
I finally got to the door.
I opened it.
He was standing at the top of the stairs.
“Where have you been?”
“Stop acting like you care.”
“You missed supper.”
“I didn't ask if you were. It's bed time.”
“It's 7 PM!”
“Early to bed, early to rise.”
I turn around.
I turned back around.
“Uhm. Where's my room?”
“In the basement.”
“You'll find it.”
I turned around and went back down the stairs into the porch and down the second set of stairs.
I got into the basement.
It was a small room with a cement floor.
I stepped in.
It was freezing.
I looked around.
A radio in the corner.
I looked around
There was an old wooden door to the left.
I opened it.
Well, I tried.
Man this thing is heavy.
I rolled my eyes and headed back up the stairs.
“Hey. . . 'dad' uhm-”
“My name is John.”
“Okay. . . John. . . Where's my room?”
“I checked. The door won't open.”
“Oh. . . Here.”
He handed me a key.
“. . . Oh. . .”
“Yeah. Now go to bed. We wake up at 6 and start the day when the sun does.”
“Wow, are you a farmer or something?”
“You could call me that.” He said quietly, “Bed. Now.”
I walked down the stairs again.
Put the key in the lock.
Opened the door.
Wow, nice room.
It was a room made of cement blocks and it was colder than the main basement.
There was a lumpy mattress in the corner and in the corner next to it there was a small wooden stove with a chimney going up through the ceiling.
I lied down on the mattress and just shivered.
I thought of mom that night.
I thought about all the good times we've had.
Even though she was more of a friend than a mother,
I loved her.
Even if she was purely annoying at times.
She was my mom,
and now she was gone.
I was stuck here with no way out,
nowhere to go.
I hugged my knees close to my body.
For the third time today I gave up on trying to be strong.
I gave in to my feelings,