The Reason

We turned around to look at the door. Dad pat my back and said, "It's beautiful sweetheart. I'll go get the door." He kissed the top of my head and went inside while everyone else complemented me on my painting. They stopped talking when we heard one word: Kimberly. We all walked inside to see dad gripping the door handle so tight his knuckles were turning white, Facing a woman with brown eyes, brown hair and pale, just like me.

Dad turned around and saw us and said "Mike, take Kitzie upstairs and don't come down until I say so." Uncle Mike nodded and softly pushed me by my shoulders up the stairs with Jaime and Tony following. We entered my room silently when I accidentally blurted out, "Who was that?" The three of them looked at me, but didn't say anything.
"Urm, that was, a woman that Vic has connections with." Jaime said.
"Jaime, shut up. That's... That's your mom, Kitzie." Tony said. I froze completely. My mom...?
"Really...?" I said, facing Uncle Mike. He nodded and got up to hug me. We parted ways when we heard screaming coming from downstairs. Tony cracked the door open, then quickly shut it.
"What's going on down there?" Jaime asked.
"They're literally just yelling in each others faces." Tony mumbled. We heard something break and Uncle Mike ran downstairs. The three of us followed suit and saw the door open, a car leaving, and my dad crying next to a shattered picture frame with his brother hugging him tight. I tried to take in the sight of my dad crying. He never cried over anything, and he's been through some pretty messed up stuff in his life.

I walked over to him slowly, knelt down and hugged him.
"Padre, what happened?" I said. He didn't answer, but he got up and hugged me tight saying softly. "I'll never let you go." He kissed my forehead and walked upstairs into his room and shut the door. I looked down at the picture frame that was broken and saw that it was dad's favorite picture of us.

I was five, and he took me to the park one Saturday after he had come back from tour. He had left for about 6 months, so I was jumping up and down in excitement when he told me we would spend some time together. The picture was a shot of him spinning me in the air taken by Grandpa.

Tony, being sweet as always, began picking up the pieces of glass and cleaning up. I assured him I would get it and finished cleaning for him. It was already 7:49 P.M so the guys had to leave. Before he left, Uncle Mike said, " If you need anything, if you think Vic needs anything, don't be afraid to call me at 4 A.M. I don't care if you're just in the mood for ice cream, I will buy you a tub of ice cream and come drop it off for you, okay sweetie?" He kissed my cheek and I told him thank you before he left, softly shutting the door.

I ran upstairs and crashed down on my bed in silent tears. I know dad would never break that picture, so that means my mom had to. She really doesn't like me. I was crying for ten minutes straight when I walked over to my underwear drawer and took out my little box of razor blades. I cut my wrists, once, twice, three times deeply before blood began dripping onto the ground. I grabbed a few tissues and wiped the blood of the floor and my arm. I brushed my teeth and changed into pajamas before going to bed wondering what I did for my mom to hate me.

Notes

Third update just for you c;