RAYNARD

"How have you been holding up, Raynard?" My mum asked, concern etched on her face.

"I've been good, mum. Better than I was in new york." I replied.

"I'm so sorry I had to leave that way. I got tired of everything, you're dad and his social status. I just didn't think I fit in. I wish I told you before I left."

"I understand. I only wonder why it took you so long to realize you didn't fit in his world. How did you guys even get together in the first place?" I asked.

I've been asking this same question for years and her answer everytime was very irrational. It didn't make sense.

"We where in love." She said, a tiny smile played at the corner of her lips, "Ray, he wasn't always like that. The man I married would never lay a finger on me. How that changed is what I'm trying to remember. Every night I lay in bed, my head gets filled up with those memories. And I hate that we had to bring you into this mess."

"Please mum." I smirked, "I'm grown now. I'd be eig