Blade (Watty Awards 2013)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6-

I always admired how song lyrics tend describe the situation you’re in. Don’t you agree?

I’m listening to kiss the rain by Yiruma.

Ok so it isn’t exactly a song, but it is music, classical type music. Not your everyday type thing.

The beat is slow and it hits you harder the more you listen to it. Its soft and fitting, with the perfect silent-tears-on-a-rainy-day type  mood. At first it sounds like a baby’s lullaby but with something else.

I like it because it puts me in a trance. It eases my mind with soothing sounds but also brings up hot tears.

Dad’s leaving.

-Again.

I watch him move around his room packing, a painful type slow, folding shirts and work pants and putting them in a small carry on suitcase.

It does this a lot. He leaves me. We don’t have a close relationship but still –it hurts.

“Stop watching me like that. Its not fair. No puppy dog eyes. That’s cheating. “He says.

I pretend not to hear him.

He folds his last shirt then puts it inside his suitcase and closes it. I want to tell him he forgot to pack underwear, but I don’t.

I am cuddled up in a corner in his large room (yeah his, Not his and Moms. They don’t share a room anymore.) With my ipod on repeat to Kiss the rain.

“I’ll only be gone for a month or so.” He says.

I roll my eyes.

“Yeah right. A month will turn into two. The two will turn into two and a half. Then you’ll miss my birthday and you won’t even call cause you won’t even remember. I know how this works Dad.

“Business calls.” He laughs drily. Then looks down at his phone again and then he laugh some more.

He isn’t talking to me.

I know he isn’t.

He’s talking to the lady on his phone. The lady he sees every Sunday behind Mom’s back.

“Yeah, I wish I could take you with me.” He says. I make a face. “Yeah –Okay –I’ll talk to you later.” Then he hangs up and grabs his coat then and leaves the room without taking notice to me.

“LILLY- DINNER!!” I hear Georgia calling me through.

I quickly run and hide under the bed and giggle to myself.

“LILLY? Oh Gosh. LILLY? WHERE ARE YOU.”

I hear her shout from my room. I crawl from under the bed and remove the contents from dad’s suitcase, shoving them in the closet before closing back the suit case and running downstairs.

Mom is already conversing with Santana and her father.

Dad is already eating, ignoring their conversation.

Mom glares at me as I sit down. “What do you think you’re doing Lillian?”

I pick up my knife and twist it around in my hand. She grabs in from me and repeats the question.

“I told you to stay in your room.” She hisses.

No Mom, You said. If I can’t control myself to stay in my room. You see I remember ‘cause –

“Oh, Pish Posh. Let her stay Margret. She isn’t bothering anyone and I’m sure Santana would love someone to speak with while we-“ Santana’s father swirls his wine around in his class and gives a half a smile.