Way To You

Maybe this is goodbye? or not

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This chapter may be a bit dramatic, or more chapters can be dramatic too, so if you don't really like drama or not at all you better just read another story coz TBH, stories always have drama. but if you want to continue, thanks a LOT!

pardon my errors..and hope you enjoy!!

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When I went home I really thought it would be a good idea and thank God the house was silent or else I'm not going home anymore. Anyway, the plan on going to London is quite complicated. Why London? Can't it just be Los Angeles? New York? Carolina? Somewhere in the country?

Maybe it's just that I really need a big space... yah, a big space. The problem would be that maybe mom and dad won't permit me to go to London. The same questions would exist; include 'You could just stay with Andrea. Why London?' yup probably she'd say that. Well, I really think this life is a perdition I am meant to be but I really want to go out of this life. However, I love myself and I love my family more. I don't want to just leave and go on a happy vacation on myself while my parents are trying to solve some problem that they didn't want me to know. How ironic.

The backdoor was open when I decided to pass through the way, so I pushed myself to get in. My ears were searching for some unnecessary sound but there was nothing. The last time I checked, the kitchen floor was almost covered by shattered pieces of broken glasses. And now the kitchen was back to it's original look except that some jars and vases don't exist anymore. 

I walked straight to the living room. It was also neat and tidy again, not like the other day that the tiny pillows on the couch was out of sight. I really wondered about what happened when I was with Andrea on the beach and while I was sleeping on in her room.

"Mom?" I looked over the place and upstairs.

No one replied. It felt like the silence was deafening me already.

"Dad?" 

Nothing.

I walked up the stairs and found my parents' room door open. Someone was inside. When I walked inside the room, I found mom sitting on the end of the bed staring on the floor. She looked so depressed. Her pinkish cheeks were now pale and her wrinkles showed beside her eyes.

She looked up at me. She wasn't crying. Just so stiff and pale.

"He broke up with me," Her mouth shivered. Her lips shaking.

With no doubt, I reached for her and hugged her. Her head resting on my chest. She was crying now and I felt like crying too. Then I couldn't resist but let a drop of tear escape my eyes. 

The break-up thing was already expected. It was better that they'd just break up than shouting and screaming on each other every morning and almost rip the house in two. But I never wished it would end up like this. I wanted them to go back together and be a happy family again but that'd be difficult right now.

"I'm gonna be a divorcee." she cried harder. 

"I'm sorry, mum," I hesitated on what I was going to say but I thought it'd be better if I said it. "I could've done something to prevent this---"

"No! It's not your fault at all, Tenny. It has always been me." She closed her eyes so hard and leaned out of my hug. I can see that she's so depressed and I don't want to see her that way, it hurts.

"What's really the problem mom? Why won't you just tell me?" My voice was even higher this time. I was so desperate to know the answer. 

She looked away from me and cleared her throat, still mourning. "I'm sorry---"