This is going to be different than my personal stories. This is just me trying to exercise my brain muscles. If they suck or have an opinion about the story, comment. Not all stories are going to be happy go lucky or sad. I encourage people to talk about the moral of the story without me being involved in that conversation. So this is me. Trying to write.
Growing up Steven was a thoughtful child. He always did have the best intentions. His father, widowed by his wife from a terrible disease, left behind a wonderful husband and a son who has a heart of gold. All this happen when he was just a kid in elementary school. Steven's father didn't want to be at home at all for any reason since that day. In fact. He sold the house him and his wife built because it reminded him of the love he lost. His high school sweetheart. His sweet little hummingbird. After he had sold his home, he moved him and Steven to a small home fit for a young adult who just moved out from their parents house. Never mind the fact that they had a 2,500 square foot home with 10 acres of land.
Overtime, Steven's father lived, breathed, and ate at his job. So over the years, Steven tried to apply himself at school to cope with the lack of a mother and a father. None of his teachers didn't believe he would make it to graduation because of how poorly he did. So they just passed him (barely) so that he wouldn't be that kid who was always left behind, giving teachers extra work to deal with this one kid.
Than during the 2008 elections, his father lost his job and got an new job all due to the recession. Mind you, his father went from a whopping 80k to a lousy 22k. His car repoed and assets seized. Now life for Steven got harder. Anytime he would asked for stuff his father would always tell "Not this time" or "Maybe later". Even if it was out of necessity. But he could never get the things he wanted. Rent was getting hard to pay and food was getting scarce.
So Steven took to the extreme. He told his father that he would get a job and buy things for the house. Well that was half true. Steven got a job but he was paid a pitiful amount. So he would give him all his money through a transfer and tell his father that he is saving up the rest for 'Necessities'.
It started off small like food and clothes. Than it moved onto wants like trading cards and stuff. Well eventually he gets caught. As amateurs do and is detained until his father bails him out. On the ride home his father chews him out about wasting his time and money. That it was a selfish tendency to let his desire get in the way. But with Steven he was finally getting things he wants but at the cost of stealing. So when he was asked if he had stolen anything else, he lied. He lied so that he can continue to provide.
Well as the years went on the scores got bigger. So did the amount of bail it took to get him out of jail. One day Steven fell into a crowd of people with the same mindset. Steal to provide for your family. These guys were ready to commit a felony bank robbery. Not 1 but 3. During the 3rd robbery, one of the guys in that group was a undercover cop. The robbery went down in shambles. It ended in a shoot out. The cop died, two of the suspects died by suicide by cop, one was taken to the ICU ward, and Steven was unharmed.
Years pass and his father finally comes to visit him on his birthday 10 years later. As his father is waiting for Steven at the phone, his sour looking scowl quickly turned into a face full of tears. As Steven sat down, he greeted his father with a portrait of Humming birds all over his bare chest.
Steven: Why are you crying?
Father: Oh it's nothing. I'm glad to see you. I have to ask you. Why did you go down this route?
[The tattoo reminded him of his wife and when he saw it, he knew to try to forgive him. It was as though his wife's voice echoed from his tattoo to forgive him]
Steven: After mom died I was never able to experience or endure the love of a mother. After her death you withdrew from life by grief and neglected to embrace me as a father. Nor did you embrace me with the love or teachings of a father. You struggled so hard after you lost your job. So I thought I could help by getting the things we need. When I started stealing to fulfill my wants I would get caught. I stole so that I didn't have to feel burdened or feel horrible whenever I asked you for anything. So I stole to avoid that feeling. I'm sorry dad. I think forgiveness is out the window. But if you do, I'm ready to take it with much love.
This is my first bit of writing. Thanks you guys for taking the time to read this. I hope to do more in the future.