Turning The Good Girl Bad [On Major Hold]

Turning The Good Girl Bad.

I'm back! 

This story is going to have a lot of vulgar language because I tend to curse a lot in my day-to-day life. Sorry, not sorry. :/

I was listening to this song while writing this. Its called October Trees by Ron Pope :)

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                                                     Prologue 

I stirred slightly on the couch because of an irritable screeching sound and a voice of frustration hissing, "Shit."

My head felt heavy as I lifted it; and I winced at the bright blue light that emitted from the television show that was playing at the time.

I heard a low groan and I lazily dragged my head to it. 

My mom was in the hallway, shouldering a big bag while she hand-held a rollable suitcase that seem to be heavier than her small build.

She hadn't noticed me yet so I called in a sleepy voice, "Mom?"

Her head popped up, revealing her wide hazel eyes that matched my own. She didn't say anything in response though, just collected her shocked features and continued to walk on.

When she was close to the door, I heard her phone vibrating.  She put down the suitcase in her hand then dug into her pant pocket and pulled out her cell and put it to her ear.

A bright light blarred into my vision from outside and I turned to it. There was a car parking in our driveway.

"I'm on my way." My mother said to the person on the other side, capturing my attention.

I pushed back the blanket that had previously served as my cocoon and stood up from the plush couch, feeling a bit light-headed, and walked over to her consequently blocking her way. "Where are you going Mom?" I asked her as I gained a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach in wait of an answer.

She sighed and brushed pass me to get to the door. "Go to bed Kenny."

My heart rate picked up and my eyes went wide with realization. She was leaving.

I had noticed a growing between her and the rest of the family and she'd also been acting a little shady with dad, like using pointless lies and inserting too many details when he asked her some things.

But now the split was worlds away and now, she was actually leaving us.

I rushed to block the door from her. She sighed--obviously annoyed--and ran a hand through her dark hair.

Tears sprung into my eyes. "Mom?"

"Kennedy, get out of my way. Now." She ordered a little harshly compared to her normally calm demeanor but I still shook my head defiently.

She shoved me away with her suitcase and I stumbled over to the side, while she made way out the front door. I caught it before it could shut completely to a close, and ran after her.

I stopped abruptly in my tracks.

There was a tall man there who took queue to take her stuff and throw them into the trunk of his luxurious car. She waited for him in front of the hood--her eyes never leaving him--then captured his lips in hers when he came back and wrapped his arms around her waist.

My heart tore a bit and I let a tear fall free from my eyes.

They parted ways to get into the sleek black car. The bright headlights caused me to wince and shut my eyes. When I opened them, the sleek state-of-the-art machine zoomed down our street with barely a hum.

After a while of waiting for her to come back and beg for me to not tell dad about the night's previous events and apologize for hurting me physically and mentally, I realized her decision had already been made. Maybe its been made for a while and we've just been oblivious to all her dissatisfactions with her typical housewife liestyle.

Whatever. I didn't matter to me now. 

I sighed, letting my head hang low as I stepped back into the house. Six minutes I waited outside for her. The air was still and cool while chills ran up the bare parts of my skin.

She really just left us. And the worse part of it was how little remorseful she seemed. Like she didn't care that she just left behind her seventeen year old daughter, a growing six year old son, and a devoted husband of nearly fifteen years.

"Where's mommy going?" Davie's voice, laced tightly with both anxiety and concern, brought me out of my thoughts with a gasp of surprise.

How long had he been there? How much did he see?

I walked over to him and bent down on my knees to be partly leveled with him then looked down at him sullenly--- my own bothersome tears threatening to spill. 

He was too young to understand. 

He didn't know what cheating was in the real world, only in the boardgames we played together on late nights and rainy days.

He doesn't know of the pain she's going to be causing our family.

Now looking down at Davie, the six year old optomist, his eyes were brimming with tears because of her selfishness.

Then a sudden thought absolutely killed my insides. What if she never came back?  Followed by, Who was that man she left with?

"Away." I answered him, looking back at the front door sadly. I wiped a tear that had framed my dark eyelashes with the back of my hand then looked back down into Davie's reddening blue eyes. "Come on, I'll read you a story." I stood and placed a hand on his tiny shoulder, sucessfully turning his small build.

He turned his head towards the door. "When is she coming back?" He queryed, his voice cracking a bit at the end.

I didn't know.

"Come on." I said gently before nudging him towards the direction of his bedroom.

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