Broken

The weekend

A normal person would absolutely love Friday. Why? Well because Friday is the last day of the week and you get a whole weekend off.

But me.. Well I'm not a normal person at all. Friday is therapy day, yippee! My least favorite day of the week. Don't blame me I love the weekend and all but I hate therapy it's literal hell.

I only go because my mom forces me to. Trust me if I don't even really talk I just sit there and answer her questions in short answers. You can't blame me I'm a teenage girl that grew up too fast, that's what happens when fathers leave, your mom has her heart broken is depressed so you have to suppress your emotions and take care of your now family of two.

I hate talking about him. I hate everything about him. But one can't help but have questions, like why did he do what he did? Why did he leave us? Was it my fault?

Then you have your usual answers like "no sweetie! It's not your fault you did nothing wrong!" Or "you couldn't have done anything about it" but what if I could? Then mom he and I could still be a family, we could still be living back at my real home and I could have Amelia still.

My thoughts are interrupted by the snap of fingers. My therapist had a concerned look on her face "you spent the whole 50 minutes zoning out our session is over" you says and I mentally do a happy dance.

Masking my happiness I stand up "oh I'm so sorry this whole moving schools is very much but we always have next Friday" I say and walk out.

My mom was in her car talking on the phone, well I say 'talking' more like yelling. She's been having these phone calls a lot lately I don't understand who she's even talking to? Everytime I ask it's always "don't worry about" or "it's none of your concern" which makes you more curious.

I open the door and she looks at me and then speaks to whoever it is that's on the phone "she's back I'll see you later" she says and hangs up on the mysterious person. "Who was that?" I attempt to ask but it's the same answer all the time. "Don't worry about it mi amor" she says and starts to drive.

"I'll be gone for the weekend I have a work trip, I went shopping for food for you" she says and I nod. It's nothing out of the normal she normally goes on these multiple times a month.

Well now I have to find out what to do for the weekend...

A/n: hey guys! There will most definitely gonna be a next part to this chapter but I am pretty busy today so I couldn't make as long of one as yesterday! Thanks everyone have a good day and don't forget to vote please!