Only You

Chapter Eighteen!!

[QUOTE FOR CHAPTER]

"Anger is a wound gone mad."

-Vanna Bonta

-chapter eighteen-

I sat on my bed and watched the small rain droplets stream down the window. My chest ached as I heard heels clicking up the stairs. With a light knock the door creaks open. "Honey?" My mom's voice was soft and calm. "It's time to go." She closed the door not saying a word. I sighed and slipped on my only pair of heels, they were still shiny out of the box.

It's been almost a month since my parent's decision to get a divorce. My dad found a house in the neighborhood beside our school. Of coarse his little assistant girlfriend moved in with him. He also decided that he wanted us to stay with him so we have to go to court to set up a stupid schedule for me to see my dad, which I'll probably ignore.

I trudged down the stairs only to see Kyle in his pajamas and Natalie leaned on the back of the couch. Mom shook her head as she rounded the corner of the kitchen. "Kyle, please don't be difficult. Go get dressed."

He groaned. "Mom, I am not going! Not to court or to his house!"

His hands balled into fist as mom pinched the bridge of her nose with impatience. I could tell she hated this as much as we did.

She waved her hands in the air and turned on her heels, mumbling something as she went into the kitchen.

"Kyle." I pleaded.

He rolled his eyes and slumped on the couch. I was growing tired of his immaturity.

"Kyle, stop being a little shit and go get dressed!" I said as I gritted my teeth.

His eyes were glued to the black television screen. He shook his head and Natalie smacked the back of his neck.

She then stood up, shaking her finger in his face. "You think she's happy going down there to deal with this? She hates it just as much as you, Kyle. We all do! You are old enough to think about other's feelings and not just yours. Go get dressed and meet us at the car." She took a step back, getting out of his face then marches outside. The door slammed behind her.

Kyle sat up and looked at me. "I hate him." I patted his head and closed my eyes. "Don't say that." He stood up and pointed to the empty kitchen where mom was standing a few minutes earlier.

"How can you tell me not to say that when he did that to mom?!"

His voice cracked.

"He cheated on mom with a girl like two years older than you! He's a fucking bastard and I hate him!"

He went to walk around me but I grabbed his wrist.

"Don't say that. You don't hate him. You hate what he did, Kyle. People make bad choices everyday. He just made a really bad choice that effected all of us. Mom and dad were bound to divorce anyway. Things will be better this way, I promise. Just don't say you hate him because of what he did."

I felt tears prick at my eyes. Not only because of dad but because of all the shit that's happened. My own brother was saying he hated dad when I've done the same thing.

Kyle gets in the backseat beside me and didn't say a word the whole ride. Nobody did. I watched the cars pass by as we drove down the road, which seamed a lot longer than usual. We passed the Drakes neighborhood and my stomach lurched into my throat. I closed my eyes and turned to face the other way.

After Bryson's and my breakup, I called Jesse and cried the entire night. Natalie didn't get back in until late and I had nobody else to talk to. I called my ex boyfriend to cry about my new ex boyfriend. Pathetic, right? Jesse did his best to calm me down being thousands of miles away. The next week he sang the song he sang to me on our date before things got crazy. His group was doing really well; each week they came in either second or third on the voting counts. I knew after the show I would defiantly lose him for good, to fame.