Out of the Fire Prolouge

by Erica in Saskatchewan

Prologue

A/N: just a story idea floating around my head (don't worry, it gets better)

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“I’m tired of all the secrets and lies!” was what my mother said when she left my dad that cold stormy night. I remember it like it was yesterday although it’s been seven years since then.

My dad had come home late again, it was around midnight and I was in my bed ‘sleeping.’ My mom had said immediately after he bustled in through the door. “Where were you?” she demanded.

“Work,” my dad had grunted nonchalantly and dug into a plate of food.

“No you weren’t! I called your office and they told me you had left at five, where were you?” she had started crying then and I had left my bed to sneak a look. “You know what? Don’t answer,” she yelled not letting him to get a word in, “Mortimer, my PARENTS told me that you wouldn’t CARE for me, would leave me out on the streets. My FRIENDS warned me that you weren’t the nice guy I saw and they shook their heads when we married. I didn’t listen to them TOLD them that you WOULD care for me. NOW I think they’re right and you are the lying son of a bitch that they told me you were,” she had yelled relentlessly at my father.

“Tammy, listen,” my dad had pleaded.

“No YOU listen, I’m tired of all these secrets and lies!” and she had grabbed her coat and stalked out on him, on me, out of our lives forever.