Broken Rings

Chapter 13

Autumn POV:

When my parents open the door, they are faced with a crying mess of their daughter, obviously they are automatically concerned, so they let me inside and sat me down on the couch.

The thing about my parents is that they give me all the time in the world. They don't pressure me into anything, especially talking about problems that I'm having, they will keep a close eye on me when they know something is wrong. But they let me come to them when I'm ready to tell them about those problems.

And this problem was a big problem, so when they let me in, I wasted no time immediately sitting down and explaining why I was upset, from the text I got from Matthew to the idea he proposed to me and me driving off.

When I was done telling them what happened, my dad was furious, he was angry at the fact that some idiot who was supposed to marry his daughter turned out to be a 'fraud' as he called it. And my mom hugged and cried with me, she felt my pain as I let it all out.

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After I was done crying, I retreated to the kitchen where my mom was already making my favorite food, pasta, only one of the best foods that could cheer me up, even as a little girl.

While I was waiting, my dad offered to go to Matthew's parent's house so he could, and I quote, "Have a few words with them." I refused, saying that it was okay and I just wanted them to leave me alone.

He hugged me once more as he went outside to the backyard to cool off, also while mumbling how Matthew's family have wronged me and so fourth.

As I watched my mom cook, I checked my phone for anything that would distract me from everything. I saw that I had over hundred missed calls from Matthew and a ton of voice mails, but what caught my eye is that I had two missed calls from Damian.

I completely forgot that Damian always calls me after work, and I was so caught up with the meeting with Matthew that I missed his call. He didn't leave any voice messages at all either.

It's fine, maybe I can call him tonight to check in on him and explain what had happened earlier.

As my mom announced that dinner was ready, I slowly but surely walked to the table and sat down at my usual seat, and my dad came from the backyard.

As the bowl of pasta was seated right in front of me, I took the first bite of it. I nodded my head in approval, knowing that my mom's cooking was the best I had ever tasted in my life.

My mom and dad tried to make small talk with me, but I would only give short and dry answers. They know that I'm tired of this marriage ordeal, but they still tried to make an effort to cheer me up. I appreciate the thought of that.

Near the end of dinner, I ask, "Can I spend the night here? I just don't want to be alone"

To this, they say yes, they agree that I need time and that being alone while consuming all the thoughts and emotions in my head is not a good way to cope.

I smile as I think about how caring and open arms my parents are.

Even though I am fully moved out and independent, I still kinda rely on my parents for some things, even as an adult, I don't know everything in the world, that's why I can always turn to my parents for anything.

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I went back to my apartment and quickly packed an overnight bag. I didn't want to run into anyone, so I made sure to pack the necessary things only.

When I got out of the shower at my parents house, I felt extreme nostalgia, being back in my bedroom, it's all coming down on me.

When I lay down in my bed, I let out a long and tired sign. I know I shouldn't but I listened to the voice messages that Matthew has left me, I just don't get why he feels the need to message me even after I told him constantly to leave me alone.