Number 3

Moving To College 1

STILL FLYNN'S Point Of View

"You wanna hit me? Go ahead; do it. Hit me and you'll never see me again," I said.

"Like you'd even care if I go away" I added chuckling.

"You know maybe going to Columbia University isn't such a bad idea after all. I'll be 6 hours away from you and won't get to see your faces. You know what, I'll go to New York and be far away from you. After all you don't love me and you don't care if something happens to me."

I turned to leave but mum's wobbly voice stopped me in my tracks.

"That's not true son. Your father and I love you so much. I apologize for abandoning you when you were younger. We paid more attention to your brother because he was critically ill and it was a fault on our part. We shouldn't have done that. We had no intention of abandoning you. I'm sorry son," she said, as she sobbed.

My eyes welled up with tears, but I quickly wiped them away and continued walking until I arrived at my room. No words they could say would be powerful enough to mend my broken heart. Using my brother's illness as an excuse would not make up for everything they had done to me.

I sat on my bed for a while, crying out the pain I was experiencing. Many people regard me as a typical bad boy but even bad boys cry. After crying for a while, I grabbed my travel bag and packed everything I'd need: clothes, toiletries, shoes.

When I looked at the time after packing everything into different bags, it was late. I decided to leave the house first thing the next morning, go to the airport, board a plane and leave this hell I call home.

That night, I decided to skip dinner, despite knocking I'd be sorry the next day. I simply wasn't ready to face my parents. When I heard a knock on the door and I asked whoever was behind the door to leave me alone. I didn't want to see anyone but when the door opened the door, I knew exactly who it was.

"Hey bro," the person but I didn't respond.

It was my 23 years old brother, Jacob. The same one my parents abandoned me for when we were kids. As a result, I grew up despising him. I knew it wasn't his fault that he was always sick but it was his fault that I didn't have a good relationship with my parents when I was younger.

With a tray in on his laps, Jacob drove himself towards me. Jacob is wheelchair-bound. His illness caused to failure in his leg movements, and he had to use wheelchairs since the age of ten.

"What do you want, Jacob?" I asked, getting irritated.

"I just brought you dinner. You know what happens to you whenever you don't eat," he said.

In annoyance, I clenched my teeth. I was enraged he knew so much about me.

"I'm not hungry," I said, turning away from him and the tray of food on his laps.

"Flynn, please eat. I'll just leave the tray on your table," he said.

I remained silent as I watched him drop the tray on the table. His gaze was drawn to the travel bags by the side of my table and a smile appeared on his face.

"I see you received that admission. I'm proud of you, bro," he said.

He appeared very happy. He didn't appear to be forcing or faking his excitement. That didn't bother me in the least.

"Actually I came to say goodbye before you left to New York. I overhead you and dad arguing about it," he said.

There was a brief moment of silence before he spoke again,

"Also, I'm aware that I am solely to blame for the fact that your relationship with mum and dad isn't great. I'm sorry I prevented you from having a perfect relationship with them. Everything was ruined for you by my silly illness. I'm so sorry bro. There are no words I can use to express my regret for what I did to you, but I hope that one day you'll forgive me, mum and dad."

After what he said, I was at a loss for words. Although I was in pain internally, I didn't want him to know it. When he finished his speech, he remote-controlled his wheelchair out of my room. My stomach began to growl after a while, and I glanced at the tray on my desk. I reasoned that there was no risk in consuming this stuff.

I rose from my bed and went to the table, where I sat down and opened the tray cover. One of my favorite dinners, lasagna, was on the dish in front of me. I took the fork from the tray and dove into my dinner. As I ate, the meal prepared by our Italian chef, made me moan.

The chef's great cooking would be one thing I would miss if I were to leave this place, besides Mr. Rowan and his wife. I completed the dinner and suddenly began to feel sleepy. I went up to my bed and before I knew what was happening, sleep had me under its control.

The following morning, I rose as early as I could, had my bath, got dressed, gathered my belongings, including my suitcase and travel documents, and left the house. I called a taxi and requested that it transport me to the airport. Approximately ten minutes, we arrived at my destination and I paid the driver.

I completed the appropriate tasks, boarded the aircraft when it was time to get in, sat in the seat next to the window and inserted my AirPods into my ears. A little while later, a young woman seated herself on the seat next to mine with a young child

I waited for the plane to take off while I had my eyes closed