I got my eyes on you || Billie Eilish

CHAPTER 6

I turned the keys in the lock of the outer door and opened the door. A lovely warm air hit my face. From the front there is a direct view of the living room and half of the kitchen. I see my mother sitting on the red sofa in the living room watching TV. She heard the front door close and immediately turned towards me. How did she not hear when I opened the door?

'Honey where have you been all this time!? My mother screamed as she rushed to hug me. She wrapped her arms around me tightly. A little too tight, because after hugging for a while I couldn't  breath properly.

'Mom calm down a little, I won't be able to breathe anymore when you squeeze me so hard' I said laughing and trying to push her off of me. It's a miracle that father hasn't come out yet to wonder about our noise. Usually, if I or anyone else comes in the door, he rushes at most to see who came home. I felt  I was given oxygen and my mother finally let go of me.

'Also, why hasn't dad been seen yet, where is he?' I asked walking further into the apartment to see if dad could be seen anywhere. But to no avail. The apartment is somehow more open and quiet. except if you don't count the interior design program that is playing on the TV. Strangely there is no trace of him here. Literally not a trace. The living room especially caught my eye. The shelf above the TV in the living room should have my mother's and father's things. like pictures of me when I was younger and pictures from their childhood. But it wasn't. There were only my mother's things on the shelf. There was no trace of my father's things.

I was really amazed by this. maybe my mom had just cleaned up here and moved them to the dining room. I looked around and noticed that there were no more of my father's things anywhere. Where are my father's things?

Where is my father?

I turned around to look at my mother. He just stands in the middle of the living room with watery eyes. I don't even have to ask where dad is. I can already see it from my mother's sad face. they been fighting.

'You broke up, right' I asked in the middle of the silence. we just stared at each other. There was about 3 meters between us. Her eyes just watered even more. she kept her head down so I wouldn't see her tears.

She nodded silently at me and began to cry. 'oh mom' I answered her. It hurt me to hear or see that my parents are divorced. I had such a good relationship with them and now those relationships are probably getting worse. It hurt me to see how broken she is right now. my bad and sad feeling is now the last thing I should care about. Now I just have to take care of my mother to get over this as quickly and easily as possible. This is the first time I've ever seen my mother so broken in front of me.

 I immediately went to her and hugged her tightly. she hugged back and buried her face in my shoulder. I have a bad conscience about the fact that I was just happy at Billie's all weekend when my mother was completely broken alone at home. I should have at least messaged her and made sure she was okay. but i didn't do that.

 I would like to know what was so horrible between my mother and father that they divorced and my father left. I just feel that my mother doesn't want to talk about my father right now. 

She pulled away from my shoulder and released her grip on me. She raised her head and looked me in the eyes with her now red eyes. I felt a few drops of salty water run down my cheek too. I hadn't even noticed that I had also started to cry until now. I don't want to pressure her in any way, but I've been told that talking helps when you have hard or difficult time. Maybe she too would feel a little better if she could talk to someone about what happened and her feelings.

 'So.. do you want to talk to me about what happened between you or what has happened to you in the last few days' I asked my mother. She just shook her head at me in response. I completely understand that answer of hers, but I just don't want my mother to shut herself off in her own world after everything that happened. 

'I understand that you don't want to tell me about it and that's okay , but remember that talking can help and make you feel better' I said to her with a smile. ' I'm know, but I'm just not ready to talk about it' she answered, reaching for a piece of paper from the table next to the sofa where she can stick her nose.

Here is chapter number 6 and i'm so so sorry that this chapter is so short. I've been sick and i had been so much school works and i haven't have time to write to you guys.... But believe or, but i really try to write you as much i can or i have time. But i really appreciate that you still read this and haven't totally ghosted this story<33 

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