"What? What do you-" I started, but stopped when Mom and Sam came back in the room.
Obviously, I was the first person Dad told that to. But what did he mean by gone?
Mom walked over to Dad with a small styrofoam cup filled with ice and water, "Here you go." She spit out.
I didn't understand why Mom was being so stubborn with Dad. I mean she's always stubborn but today was more than most.
Dad just took the cup. No "thank you" or anything.
In that moment Mom had just walked out of the room to take a phone call. Dad leaned over to me and whispered, "We'll talk later." I simply nodded. Scared, but curious, for later to come.
Samantha had been sitting in the chair next to the door playing with her doll she brought, paying no mind to Dad and I's conversation.
Mom came back in the room, and along with her was the doctor.
"Hello, Mr. Thomas, how are you feeling? I'm Doctor Brown. As you know your injuries weren't very major but we still want to transport you to the nearest hospital for further analysis until we're sure you healthy and well enough to be let out." He said seriously but with a slight grin on his face to lighten the mood a bit.
"Whatever you say, doctor." Dad responded. Sometimes I wonder how Dad stays positive and happy about everything despite how bad it is.
But it's one of the things I love about him.
When the doctor walked out of the room it was silent for a few seconds. Then mom walked up to Dad and slapped him.
"You can't go to a freaking hospital!" Her voice was low but still loud in the room. "We can't afford you being stuck in a hospital, not working, for god knows how long!"
Then and there Dad snapped. All signs of positivity and content left his eyes.
He raised his voice louder than Mom, "Well maybe we'd have some freaking money if you didn't go out every freaking night acting like a twenty-year-old slut and smoking it all up!"
I'd never seen Dad angry before. Not even the day I'd come back home after curfew from a party.
Mom, her face red, stormed out of the room like a child. Probably to go outside and smoke.
Me and Sam stood in silence near the door looking at the floor, as Dad just shook his head.
We'd seen our parents fight before, but it was mostly Mom bickering at Dad about some minor thing, and becoming over-dramatic about it.
Dad looked up at us and sighed."Come here, girls," we walked over as he held his one good arm out to us. We leaned over and hug him tight "I'm sorry." He mumbled, sounding regretful.
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I know this one was short but I wanted to give you a little peek at Mikaela's family's life. As usual I hope you enjoyed it! :D.
