"This isn't you Cade." My voice is small.
I don't know if I'll ever understand why he suddenly changed, but I'm grateful he did. Whatever happened to him is a benefit to what is happening to us right now.
Cade tucks the strands of my hair that fall...
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"You knew?!" My Dad lets out harshly, involuntarily slamming the front door behind him as he enters into the house after my Mom and I.
I walk into the living room, feeling both my parents follow me from behind. My hands are in the pockets of my hoodie to prevent me from fiddling them or fidgeting.
"How could you keep something like this from us Freya?" His voice comes out more quieter this time.
"Freya." My Mom finally speaks.
She hadn't said anything since we left the hospital. She cried throughout our drive home, while my Dad was fuming with anger in silence.
"Freya look at me." My Mom says. Her voice is filled with sadness and pain.
I tried to avoid their stares by backing them, but I have no choice but to comply to my Mom's order. I turn back around to them, meeting a face filled with anger and another filled with unhappiness.
"Why?" My Mom's eyes are teary and it melts my heart to see her this way.
"Why have you been keeping this to yourself? Why didn't you talk to me?" I can feel warm tears arrive to my eyes, but I don't say anything.
"You can always talk to me. You knew that, so why---" my Mom hooks on her words, still letting out tears.
"So why didn't you Freya?"
"Because I didn't want anyone to know." I finally let the words fly out of my mouth.
"I didn't want this." I refer to the situation we are right now. The heightened position my illness has placed us in this moment.
"I didn't want you guys to look at me the way you're staring at me now."
"That's no excuse Freya. That's not a good reason for you to keep something like this from us." My Dad interjects sternly.
"But it is Dad!" I snap and it takes both of them aback.
"It may not be a good reason, but it is still a reason." I take my hands out of the pockets of my hoodie and uncover the hood from my head.
Dragging my fingers through my hair in raising frustration, I breathe out.
"You think I don't know that keeping this to myself was not right?" My vision turns blurry as tears start welling up again and lands onto my cheeks.
"No it wasn't just not right Freya. It was selfish and stupid!" It was my Mom's turn to blow off her stem.
Despite the anger that has suddenly pushed it's way out of her, she doesn't stop tearing up.
"My God Freya, what were you thinking?!" Trails of tears follow one after the other down my eyes.
