Us Against The World // Chris Martin

Chapter 36: Another Morning

Aaliyah's POV

I awoke when the sunlight shone brightly through my window, and sat up, yawning a bit.

I looked over, and beside me, Chris was still laying on the bed, on top of the covers, fast asleep and snoring quietly.

I smiled a little. He looked so much better than he did in the hospital. To be honest, thinking about it still scared me. I had hated seeing him like that.

I pushed the image out of my mind, and stood up, stretching.

I might as well go downstairs and do something. I made my way down the stairs, and into the living room, where I sat down on the couch.

I gazed out the window as I sighed softly. I just wanted things to slow down a little bit. I felt like it had been one thing after another in the past months. I just hoped that now, things could be better. Just me and Chris again, happy and without any more trouble.

Yet, part of me still wanted to shut myself off from everything.

I felt evil, to put it lightly. I killed my own mother, and almost got Chris killed from just being in his life.

Surely I was bad person after killing someone, right? I mean, I should be in jail or something, not back home.

I swallowed as I thought about the moment again.

I know she was an awful person, but my mom was still the woman who gave birth to me. She raised me. She was my mom. I didn't get to say goodbye, or ever tell her how I felt. I didn't get to tell her that I loved her unconditionally even though she hated me my entire life.

And then I was the one to kill her.

I felt this weight on my shoulders now, Knowing that she would never know how I felt about her. She was gone, and it was my fault.

Couldn't there have been a way for her to just go back to jail? I acted so fast, I didn't even have time to think.

I buried my face in my hands, tears filling my eyes.

What have I done? I'm such an idiot.

I heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and quickly wiped the tears from my eyes, looking up.

"Dad.." I Said, seeing him make his way down the stairs slowly.

I got up, running up to him.

"Here, let me help." I Said, propping him up on my shoulder to help him down.

"Thank you, Aaliyah." He said, smiling at me.

I smiled back, then helped him down the rest of the Stairs. I could tell he still wasn't 100% yet, considering he just got out of the hospital. He would still need some time to fully heal.

We both went into the kitchen, and I opened up the fridge.

"What would you like for breakfast?" I Asked.

He furrowed his eyebrows. "I'm making breakfast."

"No, I am." I laughed a little.

"No, I am." He said, beginning to laugh as well.

"Seriously, Dad." I Said, looking him straight in the eyes. "I'm used to making breakfast for a family. I really don't mind."

"But that's not your responsibility." He Said, raising his eyebrows at me and hoping he won the 'argument.'

"You just got out of the hospital."

"You're twelve."

I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn't come up with a good comeback.

"I'm making breakfast." I Said again, putting my hands on my hips.

He just looked at me for a second, then, guessing that I probably wasn't going to let up, he sighed playfully.

"Okay." He said, a look of mock disappointment on his face.

I laughed, pumping my fist once. "Yes!"