Brent's Story Chapter 1

*Brent's POV*

Hey.I'm Brent Homeland, but you can just call me Brent.I'm about 25 years old and I've been through a lot in these years.I've met the love of my life,'had' a kid, and I've basically done everything I have ever wanted in my life.Okay so lets start way back how about when I was a baby.

"Oh Tom, he's perfect..." my mother said as she held me gently in her arms.My real mom, not the whole step-mom bullshit.I loved her more than anything, although I don't really remember her that much before she became sick and died, but she was perfect.I looked exactly like her, the blue eyes and the dark soft hair.My dad on the other hand looks nothing like me.Blonde hair with hints of platinum,greyish blue eyes, and he didn't like me too much.My dad didn't even think I was his son for the longest time.

"Yeah he's great Stella , now will you put Brice don't so we can talk." He muttered with a groan.

"His name is Brent." She said sternly,"you should remember your own son's name..." she sighed and gently set me down in my crib.All I could remember hearing was screaming and yelling.That's all they ever did over and over again.They did that until I was 5, then they got a divorce.It was the hardest thing for me, mostly because I had to live with my dad, but also because I wouldn't get to see my mom anymore.

She was my guardian angel.Whenever my dad tried to hurt me there she was to protect me, but without her I felt alone.Yeah I would visit her, but it wasn't enough.After a few months my dad started to go out and see this girl who worked at the bar.She was young and she was well you could say she had some big...personality traits.Her name was Helen, but I didn't really care.She still wasn't my mom, but at least she made dad happy with her personality.

But when I started grade school was when my dad started to get really mad.I wasn't the best kid, and I couldn't really understand much.He hit me, and yeah it wasn't that pretty.It left some serious scars that were well permanent.Unless I got plastic surgery but if I did that I would probably end up with fake boobs or some shit like that.

After Helen and my dad got married, that's when my mom started to become sicker and sicker.I went to her house for a month in the summer and I didn't mind helping her.I would of done anything for her, but there was this one day when she came home from the doctor.She wasn't saying much.

"Mom...?" I finally asked sitting next to her at the kitchen table.She looked up at me with a soft smile tears rolling down her face.

"Yeah Breny?" she asked lifting her head up with a sigh.

"Why are you sad?" I asked tilting my slightly big head to the side a bit.I was 6 of course I had a big head.She only smiled and kissed my head softly.

"You're still so young and have to go through so much." She laughed softly,"You understand that I'm really sick right?" She asked.I nodded, I might of been young but she was right I known too much that a normal kid my age shouldn't of known."Well, brent...mommy has cancer, and it's not going to get better...I only have a few more weeks to live." She sighed.

I looked at her with wide eyes.My blue eyes started to sparkle as tears formed at the base of them."N-no Mommy! You can't go, I wont let you!" I cried holding her tightly.She hugged me back and didn't say much after that.

Soon enough a few weeks passed and while I was in school my teacher, Mr.Walters, he was the only teacher I ever liked at that school, and he pulled me out of class.I thought I was in trouble, I panicked and the only thing running through my mind was "What did I do?"

There was a long pause before he started,"Brent...your dad called and I'm sorry to inform you but, your mother died this morning." I looked at him in disbelief.My heart stopped and I took a step back.

"N-No she can't be!" I yelled in slight anger and pain.He sighed and sent me to the office where my dad was there to pick me up.He didn't even look like he was crying, he looked like he didn't care at all.I didn't talk to him the whole ride home.When we got home Helen tried to get me to talk to them.

"Oh come on sweetheart...please talk to us." She said, but I only glared at her.

"Don't call me sweetheart." I snapped,then glanced up at my dad.He looked like he was about to yell at me again, but he sighed and calmed down a bit.

"Brent, don't talk to your mother like that." He said softly.That's when I hated him the most.I never said anything about it though, not until that day.

"She's not my mom and she NEVER will be!" I screamed and ran upstairs slamming my door shut.I went to my bed holding my pillow tightly.I cried all night, and locked the door so my parents couldn't get in.I was the same for a few more years.Not really talking to anyone, I felt like there wasn't a point.

But on my 10th birthday, my dad told me we were moving.I didn't really want to move, but I couldn't do anything about it.I just sighed and nodded.