Helped my anxious mother get ready to walk down the "aisle" (porch) to Matt. I watched her get her hair done and even got my nails done with her because she wanted me to do it. I pretended everything was fine with me when really all I could think about was how much time I had left at home. Two more years I would tell myself. I only have two more years and then I can leave and never see this house again. This house is full of terrifying memories. After the wedding everything went back to being sparkling, happy and fake. Completely and utterly false. Every time I returned to his house for the four days he had us over, all I wanted to do was go back to my father's house in the city. I would think about all the things I wanted to do with him when we returned. Maybe we could take our skateboards for a spin at the flood wall. Or my friend could come and watch horror movies. I could play with his girlfriend's children, chasing them and tickling them. Anything but being at his house. I wouldn't have to wait long to stay at my father's house