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Chapter 3: Tore apart

The next morning unfolded in a storm of chaos that seemed almost beyond belief. Groggy and disoriented, I stumbled downstairs to fetch some warm water, only to find my mother in tears, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. The sight left me paralyzed with confusion. I approached her cautiously and asked, "What happened?"

Her eyes, red and swollen, looked at me as if the very fabric of her world had unraveled. "He... he... is a CHEAT!" Her voice was choked with anguish.

"Who is a cheat? What are you talking about?" I asked, still struggling to grasp the gravity of her words.

"Your dad... HE IS A CHEAT!! He slept with another woman behind my back. Oh lord! I should've known, I SHOULD'VE KNOWN!!" Her revelation struck me like a physical blow. I was too stunned to react, my mind racing to process the betrayal.

I had always known my father was far from perfect, but this? I could never have imagined him sinking so low. The man who preached about the sanctity of love was now exposed as a hypocrite. Disgust surged through me. Mom, in her despair, shoved me aside and reached for a bottle of beer from the fridge. She began to drink with a frantic desperation, as if the alcohol could wash away her pain.

"Mumma! You need to stop! Drinking will do no good," I pleaded, trying to wrench the bottle from her grasp. My attempts were futile; she pushed me away and continued to drink, the bottle disappearing in her grasp. I fled to my room, sinking down against the door, overwhelmed by disbelief and helplessness.

The house erupted into a cacophony of breaking glass and shouting. My father had returned, and an intense argument ensued between him and Mom. The sounds of their confrontation echoed through the walls, punctuated by the crash of shattering objects. Amidst the chaos, I heard a cry—a familiar, distressing sound. Jay.

Panic gripped me. I raced through the house, my heart pounding as I searched for him. When I found him, Dad was gripping Jay's arm so tightly that it looked like it might bruise. In a burst of adrenaline, I pushed my father away and scooped Jay into my arms, fleeing to my room. I locked the door behind us, the sound of my father's enraged pounding growing distant.

"OPEN THE F**KING DOOR DAMN IT!" Dad's voice was a roaring tempest, but I could only sit there, sobbing uncontrollably as I held Jay close. His tiny body trembled in my arms, his cries a stark reminder of our shared terror. Dad's relentless banging eventually ceased, his anger fading as he stormed off.

The silence that followed was suffocating. I broke down, tears streaming uncontrollably as I wrestled with the overwhelming desire to escape, to flee this broken home with Jay and never look back.

Jay's tear-streaked face looked up at me. "What happened, sissy?" His innocent question broke my heart further. I pulled him closer, trying to offer him comfort despite my own shattered emotions. "Nothing, Jay. Just remember, we might not see Dad much from now on, and Mom might be weak too. But you have to take care of yourself, okay?" He nodded, his trust in me unwavering, though I could sense his confusion.

In truth, I was as lost as he was. I had no clear path forward, only a burning desire to hold on for him. Somewhere deep down, a part of me was ready to give up, yet I fought to keep hope alive.

The afternoon crept past three o'clock, and hunger gnawed at us both. I left Jay in the safety of our room and ventured downstairs to find something to eat. There, the scene that greeted me was unexpected: Mom, accompanied by our lawyer, was taking steps I had never anticipated. She was actually going through with the separation, despite knowing the painful outcomes.

Her resolve was evident, but the uncertainty of our future loomed like a dark cloud.

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