Christopher’s backstory. Part one
[ Nobody cares about this- but I did give Christopher a backstory - it’s still in progress :’) but here’s a snipet anyway ]
Chris was only a young boy with a gap tooth . He was happily drawing with crayons. A big and happy smile present on his lips.
Until finally , he stopped . Looking at the picture with a big and happy smile , he moved from his child-sized bed and ran out into the kitchen . “Mummy ! Daddy! “ he spoke happily , although , he might of come out at a bad time. His parents were faced away from each other , his mother having an upset and angry look on her face. That was before she turned towards him , forcing a smile .
“Chrissy, Baby! Did you draw that ? That’s so amazing !”
She spoke with a happy smile , the small boy running towards her and jumping up into her arms. “Uh-huh ! It’s me , you and mister Jay !” He looked so happy , showing a big and happy smile.
“That’s so good.. look, you even got my sideburns “ Tim managed to joke , letting out a chuckle . A car honk could be heard from outside .
“Well, thats gotta be Alex and the crew..”
Tim gave a more sympathetic look towards his partner , Roselyn.
The blonde female gave a nod and placed Chris down.
“Alright , go say goodbye to daddy”
Chris showed a smile , the young boy walking over and wrapping his small arms around his legs. Making Tim snort and laugh before reaching down and picking him up.
“You take care of mummy for me, Alright Chris ?”
Chris took one last glance to the paper in his hands . “Dad ? You can keep this . So you won’t forget us ! I’ll have another one the day you come back!”
He placed him down . Holding onto the picture, he wanted to cry. But he couldn’t . He gave out a shaky sigh . Walking out towards the door, Chris walking behind him.
“Wow! It’s a truck , mum! A real truck !”
“Chrissy , Honey. Stay inside.”
He did as he was told , watching as his father got into the truck. Backing out of the drive way and driving off.
A whole year had passed. when Chris walked back into his mothers room, standing by the door.
“Chris ? It’s late .. what are you doing up? “
“.. Is.. Is there another truck coming to our driveway..? I don’t want it to take you away, Mama..”