Why Me?

Chapter Three

Adelaide's POV

I saw him. Never thought I would see him, my father. A shiver crawls down my spine slowly making me spaz. I need help, I can't move, it's as if my feet are forever-glued to the ground. My mother motions me to the table that the waiter showed us to. I didn't even notice the walk here. I can't be here, well not with him in my presence.

"Mom, we need to go." I whisper into her ear making sure no one can hear.

"I know this is hard, but you need to ignore the fact that he is here. Otherwise, he will find us leaving amusing, and we cannot let him win." she argues. She makes a good point.

"Okay. I can attempt to." I sigh in defeat.

"Excuse me ladies, but would you like a beverage?" The waiter, Louis, asks breaking our discussion.

"Yes, I would like a Dr. Pepper please, and for you mom?" I speak up.

"Oh, um...I would like a water please." She responses politely.

"Okay, thank you. I will be back soon with your drinks." Louis writes down our beverages down on the notepad.

"Thanks." I respond.

My mom and I have our own little conversation together until our drinks come. When Louis comes, I order some fettuccine alfredo, while my mother orders some lemon pepper chicken. Just as Louis leaves, I notice a paper on the table. I open it and see that it is his number. Why would he give me his number if he doesn't even know me?

Once our food comes, my mom and my dad start to talk about parents' business. I don't know why she is talking to him, but she is. I thought she despised him. She might still love him deep down, she could also be trying to hide her tears. I've never seen her cry since I was just a little older than nine. I might have been ten or eleven. I think ten, but I'm not completely sure. I'm taking an educated guess.

Once we finished lunch, we walked out of the restaurant and to the car. She starts crying once I pull out of the parking space. I try my hardest to calm her down while watching the road. She is really going on the tears. She could fill an ocean! When we arrive home, she has her makeup smeared all over her face and neck. She has millions of tissues scattered all over the car; in the front seat, the backseat, and in between the two front seats. I feel so bad  for my mother; why is she always treated this terribly? Under no circumstances should  my mother deserve this bullshit she is going through. No one does to be honest with you. I feel so fucking bad for her; I wanted to cuss him out right then and there when I saw him. I didn't because I had to follow my mom's orders.

I park in the driveway of the house and reverse back out once my mom gracefully stepped out of the car saying her farewell and telling me to be appropriate when Joseph and I are in the mall. I obviously told her that I would because there isn't anything I can do. The most I could do is kissing, hugging, and holding hands. It's not like we are going to get into it. I am still a virgin, while Joseph on the other hand, isn't. He has had a few serious relationships. He always tells me how he has never loved anyone as much as he does me. I personally don't believe that. It's too exaggerated in my point of view. Love isn't in existence, true love is the truth, not the lie. I know a lot of people believe in love, but I'm different. I don't trust you the word love alone. I don't really know why, but I guess I just don't. I don't trust it with Joseph especially. He has said it to every girl he has fancied and dated. I can't trust him with such a strong word. It's unreal how often he tells me the same thing over and over again. I can't live with it.

When I arrive at the mall, I instantly spot Joseph's car and see an empty parking space. I park as quickly as possible, making sure not to scratch any other cars, or even my own for that matter. We greet each other with a small peck on the lips.

After shopping for a couple hours, we head home. On the way home, I decide to get a conversation going over the phone with my best friend Brianne. Her and I have been friends since we were about five or six. Not too old, we were little midgets. Her and I don't have much in common, yet here we are being the best of friends.

"How have you been?" I ask her politely.

"Okay, my parents got divorced a few hours ago." She answers honestly.

"Oh, sorry. I know how you feel though."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, my parents are getting divorced on September 8th."

"ON YOUR BIRTHDAY?!"

"Yea."

"Quite the birthday disaster."

"Exactly."

"Ugh. Stupid life. Why does life have to be so fucking complicated?"

"I have no idea. I wish I knew so I could tell ya, but I don't."

"Yea. I kinda figured that. So your parents hate each other now?"

"I guess. I wish they didnt."