Brotherly Love

PAUL(3)

Paul's Pov
"Your brother Smokes more than you do"
"I don't Smoke"
Our Therapist Ms.Angelina looked At me In shock with wide eyes.
"Drink?"
"Nothing. I hate Drugs and Alcohol"
"Tell me why"
"Isnt it Obvious? Our mother was a Crack Whore, & Our Father was Just as Bad."
"You sound like you have alot of anger Bottled up. Would you mind Telling me about it"
"Well. Home, wasnt like the movies. We werent rich. We werent outside Playing Catch with our Father. It was a Good thing Sports were Free back Then. I was a quarter back, right along with Brad. Cole and Dylan where In Baseball. Leo wasnt Into Sports because He was so Busy with his Arts. Zack was a Basket Ball player."
"So you liked sports"
"I did."
"What was your Take on Your Mother"
"Hopeless"
"Explain" Ms.Angelina Spoke. Flipping her Note pad to a Clean Page.
"Hopeless as In Almost worthless. Even though she was Alive, It felt like she was Already dead. She was in "Love"."
"How did your Parents meet?"
I thought about it for a Second.
"He wasnt always This way, My father. He use to be rich. Handsome. He even hated drugs. My Mother was Beautiful and Graceful...they met in High School, at a drive in. He was popular for being on the football team. She was popular because of her Beautiful Voice. She sung at every talent show and School event. Thats How She got the Nick name "Lana". "
"Her real name isnt Lana?"
"It is now. My father made her Change it. Her born name is Elizabeth Grant. My father liked Lana better. So did everyone else. Anyways, It was my Fathers birthday and his teammates wanted to throw him a surprise party on the field. They made it special because it was his last high School birthday. They got Lana to Sing happy birthday to him. He said he was inLove with her voice from the start. Later that night they hooked up, a month later She was Pregnant with Brad"
"What went wrong?"
I closed my eyes to try to remember.
"His parents died in a Car Crash. When they died, he was told they werent his real parents. They left him nothing but 500 dollars, he was so depressed, he spent it at a bar. He started going to that bar, Day and night. He started taking all my mothers money. She yelled at him and Told him to get a Job. The Manger of the bar noticed that he was a regular customer, so he didnt mind giving him a Job there. That only made his drinking habits worst. One day Two men Walked in. They were looking to get pretty drunk and my Father found it cool. They where partying and Asked my father to Join after his Shift. He agreed. When his Shift was over they drank and drank til they where barely thinking. One of the men ask my father to come out to his car. He agreed. They sat in the car and one of the Men Pulled out some Coke. My father wasnt fond of drugs but he was so depressed that he didnt care. The moment he sniffed, was the moment everything changed for us."
I blinked and a tear fell out of my eye. This subject always made me sad, just thinking about it.
"He introduced me to Drag racing when I was Twelve"

Flash Back
"Dad Can you Please Play foot ball with me?"
He looked like he was in a Hurry so He quickly Pulled me aside.
"You wanna have a Dad and Son day?"
My eyes quickly lit up.
"YES!"
"Go put your shoes on. Dont tell your mother."
I nodded and quickly grabbed my shoes from by the door. We never spend time together so I was Happy. We herd a beep and we quickly ran Outside to his buddy Randy's car.
"Hey Paul"
"Hey Randy." I spoke, climbing in the backseat of his pickup truck.
"You bringing him to race?"
"Of course"
"Im guessing you didnt tell Lana?"
"Hell no. She would throw a fit about how he's only 12."
He laughed and pulled off. We arrive out in a Huge Empty lot. I never been on this side of town so It was cool. There were 10 other cars and about 16 other Men. Some were Family some where Friend's, a Couple where strangers. I was the only kid, But that seemed to not bother anyone.
"This your Kid?" an Older man Said.
"Yeah. This One of my boys. He will be racing with us."
He smiled and Held out his hand for me to shake it.
"Im Brendon"
I shook is hand.
"Im Paul"
"How old are you Paul?"
"12"
"Is this your First time?" he asked with Fascination.
"Yes. I never been on this side of town"
"Lucky you. Here. Drink some of this. It will put some hair on your chest"
I smiled and Grabbed the Canteen out of his Hand. I took a big sip but Soon regretted it. The Alcohol burned my throat and made me cough a little.
"Don't get him too Drunk. Lana will Go Nuts" my dad Said laughing and Walking to greet others.
"Wanna Race with me?"
"Sure. Which one is Yours?"
He Pointed to a Old Pontiac Mustang.
"Really?" I spoke with Wide eyes. I walked around the car to admire it.
"Yup. But for the Night, its ours."
I smiled.
"Hop in"

That night was the best night. I fell if in Love with Drag racing. I hated the booze but I wanted to be like the older men, so i kept drinking anyways. I fell in Love with the Fast car. The wind. The adrenaline. It was perfect. Except for when we got home. I couldnt walk and my mother was angry. She was Shouting and cursing my father out. To shut her Up, he Back Handed her. I hated Alcohol ever since.