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Dont question it I just put the pic because it to dam cute.
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Austin's pov.

I finally got home complelety sweaty all I wanted to do was take a shower.

"Hi honey how come your late?" Jenifer asks.

"Just had some stuff at school" I lie. I actually dont know why I lied. I for some reason did not want to tell her about the football thing  because I myself am confused as to why I am on the team.

She looked up from her work and said "Go take a shower honey you seem dirty?"

"Yeah" I say looking at myself.

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After I take my shower I go down stairs. I feel bad that I have been kind of staying away from Jenifer.

I went downstairs. Jenifer started to tell me how her daughter was coming down next week for a break from college. She seemed so happy talking about it I was just happy that she was happy.

I finally excused myself and went up to my room.

I really did not have any work to do. But that is when I remembered that I had some photography work to do. I took the camera from my desk and switched it on.

Like I said it was pretty old my mom had this when she was in high school. After soom time it started.

As I was trying to figure out how to use it. I stumbled apon the gallary there was 227 pictures in this already.

My curiosity  got the better of me and I started to go through the pictures. I started with recent ones to the older ones.

The recent ones were some pictures of me and her and some baby pictures. I almost did not recognize that it was her. I was used to seeing her pale face I did not recognize it when she looked so lively.

As I made my way to the older ones. There were pictures of her and a man who looked a lot like her. That is when I remebered she told me that she jad a twin brother.

I honestly did not ever like them mostly because I never really met them like ever. But there are reasons for that as well but I dont want to go there now.

As I was looking One caught me eye. It was a picture of mom and louis in high school. The two of them were laughing about something. As much as I hated louis. This picture was bu far my favourite. Mom looked so happy. I never have seen her like that. I stared at the picture for sometime. Before I found myself getting up and going to the bookshelf .

The bookshelf did not have any of my stuff in it. It was mainly mom's books. I have not really given much of a thought about her until now since I got here and I feel a bit guilty about that. I dont know why but I just do.

I looked through the familiar books until one particular book stood out. It was a leather book with nothing written on it's spine.

I took it out of the shelf and opened it. It was filled with my mom's hand writting. I looked through it an realized that it was a journal sort of thing. I never really knew mom had a journal.

The last entry of the book  got my attention.

8/11/2015

Today was Austin's 5th birthday. And he asked the same questions he always does. But this time I answered them. He diserved to know the truth.

I have been mad at louis ever since I realized that he wont be coming back. But after today all of that dissappeared. Louis gave me a joy that I never thought I would get in this life time. But after he left I had a pain that never left me. But today I realized that I dont need louis with me for joy for that I have Austin. So there is no point in holding a grudge against him. What has happened has happened I cant change what has happened and I dont want to.

I probably read that a million times. I never thought mom was ever mad at louis because evertime I brought him up she was always defensive for him. But she may have forrgotten what he did but I have not and I will never.

But my thoughts were interupped when there was a knock on the door.

A.N.

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