Different sides

Chaper 13 The end of a good day

But all good days have to come to a end.

I walk as fast as I can, trying not to look like a determined loser on the way home. I'm desperate to open the gift Oliver gave me. Butterflies flutter in my stomach as I make my way down our drive way, wondering what could possibly be in the special little box. When I walk into the kitchen I see mum, dad, and Caitlin, all hunched over and had swollen red puffy eyes, dad, His mouth was quivering and his eyes watery. Mum and Caitlin, both looked terrible, mascara dripping down their checks, lips curved down and shaking, opening and closing slowly.

I guess the box will have to wait.

I can't help but stare at the painful sight of my family. I'm still stone still until dad gestures for me to sit down. I hesitate, but I slowly slump into my seat - shock and horror dawns on my as I finally figure out what is going on.

Oh how I wish I was dreaming.

After what seemed like eternity of silence, "your mum - I - has decided that it would be best if me and mum, well, spilt up." Knifes jab into my brain. No no no this can't be happing.

But it is.

Hundreds and thousands of big wet tears flood out of my eyes and stream down my cheeks, "please don't do this, your breaking their hearts" mum begs. Dad does nothing but watch his two daughters bawl their eyes out as immense pain surges through them. This is the worst. This hurts the most. Those where the words that no one on earth deserves to hear.

But I heard them.

And Caitlin or mum or me can't do anything about it.