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The Hardest Things - 2.
Published Jul 9, 2009


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Hey guys. More housekeeping. I've been having issues again. /:
So, some of you may have already read this chapter. I submitted it before and it got accepted, but it wouldn't show up on my profile or in the story section for some reason? Maybe it's just my mental computer, but I deleted it and reuploaded it anyways.
I'll talk about the next chapter at the end, I suppose. But remember, Darcy is available for download! (:
Enjoy the story, everyone.

Hey guys. More housekeeping. I've been having issues again. /:
So, some of you may have already read this chapter. I submitted it before and it got accepted, but it wouldn't show up on my profile or in the story section for some reason? Maybe it's just my mental computer, but I deleted it and reuploaded it anyways.
I'll talk about the next chapter at the end, I suppose. But remember, Darcy is available for download! (:
Enjoy the story, everyone.
"Derek!" my mom shrieked. "Your father has finally come home. I think you could be more respectful."
"Why should I respect him? He never cared about me until I did something wrong," I spat.
"That's not true," my dad lamely said.
"Really? It's not true? So, I've just been imagining my entire childhood where you didn't even know I existed and mom took care of me 24/7."
"You don't know what you're talking about, Derek" was all he said.
"I think I would know if you were ever around or if you ever carried me. You just yelled, 'Shut up!' whenever I would cry. When I'd bring home bad grades in elementary school, all you ever did was ground me for being stupid," I stated without feeling.
"Derek, stop it. This is a family dinner," my mom yelled. Jared's eyes shot around the table, wide with excitement from our dispute.
"Now you're ruining my life," I snapped. "You're ruining my life because I was the kid you never wanted and to try and be fair you're going to send off the kids you actually care about, too."
"It's not that I didn't want you, Derek," my dad attempted to comfort me by saying.
"Yeah, you wanted a kid and you wanted it to be a boy. But when you realized who I was, you didn't want me in particular. Just a kid."
"DEREK, THERE ARE THINGS ABOUT YOU THAT YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW YET. BY SENDING YOU AWAY, MAYBE I WAS TRYING TO PROTECT YOU!" he shouted, slamming his spoon onto the table.
"Alec!" my mom yelled at my dad. "He's too young! Maybe Derek's right. Maybe we shouldn't send him away."
"I already made the decision and my decision is final. In two weeks, you're all going with Christina," he said, standing up from the table. I shot up, knocking my food over in the process, and stomped up to my room for another night without sleep.
The next morning, I sat down at the dinner table to a plate of leftover spaghetti. It was better than cardboard. After a few bites, Paige's screams erupted from the kitchen. Of course, my dad left her there and then went to work.
"Sorry, Paigie, nobody ever taught me how to be a dad. I can't help you" was all I said before leaving for school.
After work that day, Darcy still wasn't speaking to me. I pulled my guitar out ten minutes before our shift was over and began to play. I strummed one of the songs that Darcy used to sing while I would play my guitar. An old couple standing by listened.
Darcy's eyes shot up from her boyfriend's hand as I began to play. She continued to talk, staring at me for a few moments before she looked away, still not at her boyfriend.
"Is that your girl?" the old man asked as I continued to play.
"No. She's my best friend, though, and she hates me. That'd be her boyfriend who likes to cheat on her, but she still takes him back," I muttered.
"You like her, huh, sprout?" he assumed.
"What? I... not really," I said.
"When you find something good, never let it go" was all his wife said as they walked hand in hand down the street, leaving me with my guitar and her words still heavy in the air.
I ended up staying until just before curfew, playing my song and waiting for Darcy to come out. She must have sneaked out the back without my observation.
It began to pour the second I got out of the taxi as if the whole world was now mad at me. I pushed open our wet front door that seemed heavier now that the universe was against me.
"Derek, I made mom leave a bowl of mac and cheese out for you. It's still warm," Jared said quietly. Paige must be asleep already.
"Oh, um, thanks. Are they home, mom and dad?"
"No. They went to some meeting at the military base. I think dad's getting drafted again."
"Cool" was my reply.
"Did he really ignore you the whole time you grew up?" Jared asked, his eyes getting that wide gaze again.
"Yeah, Jar. Then, you were born and mom stayed home from work for a few years before Paige was born. Dad loved you and Paige, so you guys got all the attention from him. Considering mom's attention was split into thirds, most of the time I just played with my xylophone," I sighed.
"I'm sorry," Jared said as I shoveled my last bit of mac and cheese into my mouth.
"You should go to bed. G'night," I murmured. Jared nodded and headed up the steps.
I paced around the dining room for a minute before whipping out my cell phone.
"424 - 672 - 3088," I muttered as I dialed Darcy's mobile number.
It rang once...
twice...
three times before a voice came through the other line.
"Hey, it's Darcy. I can't make it to the phone right now, who knows what I'm doing. But anyways, leave a message with your name and number so I can get back to you! Bye!"
I hung up the phone, threw it at the wall, and my hands shot up to the ends of my hair.
I was literally on the verge of going insane.
As I saw the taxi cab's lights from outside, I ran up the steps and closed the door to my bedroom. I slumped into a heap on the floor beside my door.
"Derek's right, you know," I heard my mom say as they walked up the steps.
"You always take his side, Jane," my dad retorted.
"Somebody ought to," she retaliated.
"In two weeks, this will all be over," he said, followed by the sound of a door closing.
A tear fell from the corner of my eye as I stood up and climbed into my bed. I pulled the blanket all the way over my head and stared towards the window for the rest of the night.
"Mom, why are you dressed like that?" I asked quietly the next morning before school, noticing my mom's weird outfit choice.
"I'm going to work."
"You never go to work..." I muttered.
"Well, things change, Derek. Incase you have yet to notice, everything is about to change. It might as well start with me going back to work," she snapped.
"Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed and took a shot of b-"
"Derek Anthony, do not start with me," my mom said, grabbing her wallet and putting it in the pocket of her jacket. "Let's go or we'll all be late."
So we headed off in our different directions; mom went to work while Jared and I went to school so Darcy could ignore me for another day. Then, after work, I decided to take a walk around the town. I walked past my own house and felt a sharp pain in my side at the thought of going in there. What with all the Darcy drama and the family drama, I need a break. Too bad there's nobody to talk to. Somehow, I found myself wandering over to Carlotta's house. I stopped at the sidewalk and turned towards her big house.
I knew Carlotta's family had a lot of money. Maybe her mom was like a model or something. Perhaps she can get me a contract so I can stop working at the bookstore with Darcy.
What's wrong with me? I'm standing here thinking about becoming a model because my best friend won't talk to me. It's not like it's the end of my life or anything. Carlotta and I seem to be into each other. Maybe if I could just explain why I left....
I walked up to the door and rapped twice on it with my first. A few minutes later, a taller Carlotta stepped onto the walkway.
"Derek?"
"Carlotta, you grew," I murmured.
"Yeah, as in graduated. I was in the early grad program at our school. Didn't you know that?" she asked, looking down at me.
"I guess not...."
What was I doing now? I didn't like Carlotta. I knew I didn't like her from the start. She was just a pretty face, a pretty distraction from the mess I've been living in. I'm like a lost puppy dog without Darcy. I'm not myself.
"This was a mistake," I said. "Sorry for bothering you. I think I should go."
"Oh, Derek," Carlotta said after me as I ran down the street.
I walked up to the door and rapped twice on it with my first. A few minutes later, a taller Carlotta stepped onto the walkway.
"Derek?"
"Carlotta, you grew," I murmured.
"Yeah, as in graduated. I was in the early grad program at our school. Didn't you know that?" she asked, looking down at me.
"I guess not...."
What was I doing now? I didn't like Carlotta. I knew I didn't like her from the start. She was just a pretty face, a pretty distraction from the mess I've been living in. I'm like a lost puppy dog without Darcy. I'm not myself.
"This was a mistake," I said. "Sorry for bothering you. I think I should go."
"Oh, Derek," Carlotta said after me as I ran down the street.
"Derek, why are you here?"
"Because I'm not leaving until you talk to me, Darcy," I stated.
"It's past eleven; you're not allowed out. It's the state curfew for teenagers," she whispered. "Go home."
"Not until we're friends again, Darcy." Just after I finished that sentence, I heard the sirens in the distance.
"I called the police when I saw you here..." Darcy said. "We're not friends, Derek. I'm sorry. I hope your dad doesn't completely destroy you."
The police car stopped across the street from Darcy's house. "HEY, YOU KIDS SHOULD BE IN YOUR HOUSES!" the police officer said, stepping out of the car.
"I live here, officer. He doesn't," Darcy said, opening the door and walking into her house. "Goodbye, Derek," she said, closing the door.
"Get in the car or I'll take you to the station," the officer threatened.
I looked back at Darcy's house. If she was looking at me... if she was looking, then she didn't mean what she said, right?
I looked in each of the empty windows, my fire of hope not dimming until the very last one. She wasn't looking.
I walked down the walkway and into the police car, leaving all the memories since middle school on the porch.
As the police officer drove me home, I could feel my dad's anger increasing. He was waiting on the sidewalk when I climbed out of the car and across the street, getting lectured by the officer the whole time.
"DEREK ANTHONY REPPORD, WHAT IS YOUR DEAL?" my dad demanded.
I stared at him.
"WHAT MADE YOU THINK THAT YOU CAN STAY OUT ALL NIGHT LONG FROLICKING WITH DARCY? YOU ARE SEVENTEEN, DEREK. YOU FOLLOW MY ORDERS. IF YOU KEEPING MESSING UP, YOU CAN GO TO CHRISTINA'S TOMORROW. WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?" he screamed.
"I'm a screw up, dad." I turned away from him as he continued to yell and trailed upstairs into my bedroom.
For the first time in days, I actually slept. It was probably because I was ready to pass out any second from sleep deprivation, but I like to believe it's because all my troubles were finally going to be over. Words kept echoing in my mind as I slept.
"Derek, there are things about you that you don't even know yet...."
"Is that your girl?"
"... everything is about to change...."

But most of all...
"If you find something good, never let it go."
"Wait! Stop driving! HELLO!" I shouted, racing after the bus.
"'Ey, try being on time," the bus driver scolded me as I climbed on.
"And you should try weight watchers," I mumbled as we drove away.
This time, Darcy actually looked at me during school. For the most part, she just looked at me so I could see the sympathy in her face. It wasn't like she was sorry, but more like she felt bad that I was so pathetic.
After school, Darcy's car was still in the parking lot. I walked to the middle of the school logo in front of the building and took out my guitar. I began to strum, this time not for Darcy. Playing guitar soothed me. I needed to play it for me. The next thing I knew, I was ringing the doorbell at Darcy's house. Her father opened the door.
"Derek? Darcy isn't home. She's working. Shouldn't you be working, too?" he asked.
"Mr. Davies, can I just stay here until Darcy gets back? I really need to talk to her," I begged, allowing my situation to bleed out through my eyes.
"You're a mess, Derek," he said, not referring to my hair or my clothes. Mr. Davies could read people better than anyone.
"I know," I said, collapsing into him and wrapping my arms around his big stomach.
"Oh, fine. You can stay here," he said, closing the door and dragging me over to a chair. He pulled me off of him and I fell into the chair. A few minutes later, I grabbed a book off of the shelf. It was a photo album and a certificate fell out when I opened it.
In big fancy letters, the certificate read, "Proof of Adoption" at the top.
... What....?
Ouch, harsh chapter for Derek. So, clearly, we'll be learning more in the next chapter.
Speaking of the next chapter, I had an accident. I made Darcy's family when Derek was a toddler and didn't realize that the other sims in the neighborhood will age. So, in the midst of taking the screenshots, I had Derek invite Darcy to the graveyard and she was a young adult. Thus, I had to make Derek grow up and I'm not sure what I'm going to do quite yet. It may be delayed, my apologies.
As always, thanks for reading and I hope you'll comment, too!
xoxo - Jennie.
SNEAK PEAK OF CHAPTER THREE!
"Derek, I... I'm not really dating Tyler," Darcy confessed, keeping her arms wrapped around my neck but backing up so she could look me in the eyes.
"What?" I asked. "I saw you guys... kissing... flirting...."
"I just did that because I knew it'd make you mad. I guess I-"
"Darcy, you already poured your heart out to me just to say sorry. Maybe you should keep a few secrets so there's something for me to discover another day," I laughed.
"Oh, yeah, sorry," she said, quickly letting go of me.
I watched her blush and fidget, laughing the whole time. It was good to have her back.
"Oh... um... Darcy, I...."

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#4tykijonesJul 11, 2009

i loved it. i cant wait for the next part.

#5MJxoJul 11, 2009

Great part and i cant wait for the next\:rah\: Good job!

#6MangioJul 12, 2009

Chapter was really hard for Derek. \:\( It made me feel sad for him. I like the sneak peak. Now i really want to know what happens. \:wub\:

#7RosaleenaJul 12, 2009

aww poor derek. Had such a hard time!
 
Another cliffhanger!
 

#8JohnnyDeppLuvaJul 14, 2009

Why is his dad such a pain \:\( Poor Derek xx

#9urm0mJul 16, 2009

Love it!

#10charrayJul 26, 2009

Wonderful story \:rah\:

#11spacemouseAug 9, 2009

Another great chapter. Thanks for sharing.

#12DragonQueenOct 15, 2009

Wonderful!  Can't wait to read the rest of it!  \:rah\:

#13xhaiiOct 17, 2011

another excellent job out there jennie \;\)

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