That's Where You're Wrong Kiddo Novels & Stories

"Oh. Like… he made a mistake?" "Yeah," I said softly. He frowned deeper. "But you always tell me mistakes don’t make people bad, Mommy." I swallowed hard. "I know I do, sweetheart," I whispered. "And that’s true most of the time. But… some mistakes are really big. So big that people need to go away for a while to make things right again." He looked thoughtful, clearly trying to make sense of it all. "So… maybe he’ll come back when he’s fixed it?"

I looked into the room. The window was wide open, and the freezing wind rushed in. My niece's friends huddled by the bed, too scared to say a word. They were already in elementary school. How could they not know this was dangerous? My mate tried to reason with me. "Raven already admitted she was wrong. Honey, you've vented enough. Let's just bury the pup." I found it absurd. A life was gone, and all she had to do was say she was sorry?

Miss Sarah asked and I shooky head. No one told me why we were here,all I was just given was looks of disbelief. "You are here because you hurt your mother ,you stabbed her and other behaviors". Miss Sarah explained. "Do you think stabbing your mother was wrong?". Sarah asked. "No I don't think it was wrong,mom always got in my way". I replied boldy and mom gasped. Was my reply wrong? I thought I was told the truth ? Is lying what I should do? I just didn't know, I was too long then to comprehend what was happening.

" Chase, you're taking this the wrong way." " Yeah? For what it's worth, professor, I'm not a child. I'm pretty sure you know that." Goddamnit. " I'm sorry, Chase. This isn't what you think it is. I just need to think about this." " Okay." Chase answers absently. " I hear you."

Something is weird… I don't feel quite right… I miss papa… I want to ask him if what I did is wrong… I want to ask him if it is really fine for me to do that… I… “Kid, what are you doing here? It is dangerous to let's go!“

he murmured, his voice a dry whisper. She walked to his bedside and perched on the edge of the chair, trying not to let the tremor in her chest show on her face. She reached forward and brushed a strand of hair from his forehead. His skin was warm, too warm. “Still working on that napping world record?” she teased gently. “Think I’m winning,” he murmured, eyes drifting shut again. She sat with him for a while, just watching him breathe. Twenty-two shouldn’t look like this. Twenty-two should mean football bruises and late-night gaming. But Kyle, her little brother in every way that mattered, was fragile now. Diminished.

If anything, he was letting it happen. "Where do you think you're going? Don't want the money anymore? That's not like you at all. Aren't you always scheming to get money? What's with the holier-than-thou act now?" My cheek burned from the pain. Humiliation surged hot through my veins. "Let go! You won't save your parents? Fine. But what's the point of rehashing old grudges now?" I forced the words out through clenched teeth, every syllable trembling with rage and helplessness.

Leo added. Kids, can’t your mommy take sometimes off? Beside, you are making me feel that I am the bad person here. Your mother is fine but guess what Lucky?”

“Yes, Grandpa, you should give me a phone, then I could call you…” “Not a chance! You’re still too young for that. You’re still a child, and it’s important to use things that are appropriate for your age. I’ve seen how other kids get lost in their phones. No, it’s not necessary. Besides, your friend’s house probably has a phone.”

“Please, I know you are in there and I know I messed up. I shouldn't have said those things. I was wrong. I was hurt and confused, and I took it out on you and that wasn't fair.” But still– silence. I leaned my forehead against the door. “You didn't deserve that,” just continued. “You've always been there for me, and I let my insecurity turn me into some ugly duckling. I'm so sorry.” My voice broke in my last words, but still she said nothing. Tears burned my eyes as I wiped them off angrily, frustrated at myself. “I don't expect you to forgive me right away. I just need you to know that I know I was wrong.”