"Mom? Dad? Brendon?" I called as I walked into the kitchen. I rub the sleep out of my eyes and look around.
My mom was most likely at work and my dad was... well I actually don't know where he would be. As for Brendon, he went to a party last night and probably never came home.
Great. Another day alone. Thanks guys.
I grabbed some frozen waffles and popped them in the toaster. As I waited, I looked at my reflection on the granite tops. I looked like shit. My brown hair looked like a birds nest and I had bags under my eyes. I smelled my breath and almost gagged. Lovely, I thought.
My waffles popped up, almost scaring me half to death. I grabbed a plate and sat down. I sighed and ate my waffles.
I heard a crash come from the living room. Then some whispers. I figured it was just Brendon and one of his booty calls, but just to make sure I went to go check.
Just as I thought, there was some naked bimbo blonde on the couch with-
"DAD?!" I yelled.
"Brooke! I can explain," he told me.
"Explain what?" I heard my mom enter the living room. Her eyes went wide as she saw the scene. There her husband was, lying on the floor naked on top of another naked woman.
"What the-" Brendon stopped right in his tracks.
"Debra! Wait! I can explain!" he shouted after my mom who was already running up the stairs in tears.
"Brendon, Brooke! Pack your things, we are leaving in the morning," my mom said softly. She turns to dad and said, "Leave, you can come back after noon tomorrow."
"Deb! Let me-" she cut him off.
"Leave, Donald and take her with you," she pointed to the naked woman,"or I will call the cops," she warned.
My dad got up and went up stairs with the blanket wrapped around his waist. The girl grabbed her clothes and left. I heard the yelling from upstairs but I ignored it and went to my room to pack.
This was the thing I hated about my mom. She always ran away from her problems. I don't blame her for wanting to move out but she could've kick him out. I mean, it is her house. She pays for it.
Anyways, I packed all my clothes which wasn't much, my makeup, toiletries, and some valuable things to me. Since it was almost the end of summer, I didn't need any school supplies, so I just used my old backpack from last year to pack my laptop, phone, and all the photos from my wall.
When I was done, I pulled out my phone and started to text Lacey.
Hey can I come over?- Brooke
Yeah sure- Lacey
Kk I'll be there in ten- Brooke
I grabbed my purse and left. I needed a break from this madness. My parents were still screaming and Brendon was playing some video game trying to ignore it. I felt bad for my mom. What kind of person cheats on their wife after a thirty five year marriage?
