"Justin?" I look at his hand that was grabbing harshly my arm and he pulls it away from me.
"You forgot your purse". He says and at this point, I realize his British accent as he hands me my purse.
"Thanks". I take the purse from him and smile. We stay staring at each other until Ed breaks the uncomfortable silence.
"Shall we go then?"He says.
"I was wondering if you'd...umm...go for a walk or something". Justin suggests.
"No,we're okay, thank you". Ed says and drags me to the car, without me saying a word.
"Wait....." Justin says as I sit in the passenger's seat. He kneels on my window.
"....I'm really sorry for Tristan's harsh words. Tristan is so polite in his usual state, but I dunno what happens to him when he drinks". He apologizes.
"You don't have to apologize for his poor behavior. Although I appreciate that you did. I've mistaken coming here in the first place". I tell him as I look at Ed.
"He didn't mean to humiliate you or your clothes anyway". Justin says.
"I didn't really care for his words". I lie. And the silence returns.
"Can we leave now?" Ed breaks the silence again.
"Oh, yeah, I'm sorry". Justin says as he stands again. "Goodbye then". He says as Edward pulls off the parking lot.
The whole drive was boring, we said nothing but the formal "sorry"s for finding out that Sarah is a whore.
When I enter the house I find my mother sitting on the couch watching t.v.
"Hey dear". She says as I close the door behind me.
"Umm...hey". I say. She turns around to face me.
"Brooklyn is coming at any time so please stay awake to open the door for him as I change. We're going on a dinner if you care". She says as she walks to the staircase.
"Mom, it's already 10 pm. I've to wake up early tomorrow". I tell her as I ascend the stairs behind her.
"Thirty minutes won't affect your sleep hours". She says as she rolls her eyes. "I don't even know why do you wake up so early when you're on your summer-break". She says and shuts her bedroom door behind her.
She will never understand. I try to collect my words and reply to her quick , annoying comment but I stop myself.
And the door's bell rings.
I run towards the door briskly to open it. And Brooklyn's short-but-wide frame is all I could see.
"Hello, Rebecca". He says formally as he pushes his black dyed her backwards with his old semi-wrinkled hand and holding a beautifully wrapped bag of lily flowers with the other. My favorites.
"Hey". I say as he hands me the wrapped flowers and I take it from his hand.
"I still remember how much you love Lilies". He says with a huge smile playing on his lips.
"That's a great thing of you, but unfortunately, I don't care that you do". I say sarcastically as I wave my hands for him to sit.
Despite how many times he tries to make me love him, I'll never be okay with him taking my loyal father's place next to my mother on their own bed.
"Is Gloria ready?" Brooklyn asks and I shake my head.
"I'll call her". I say trying to escape the uncomfortable usual-talking with him.
I ascend the staircase and knock on my parents'..... Well my mother's bedroom.
"I'll be there in a minute". She answers as I start my first knock. "Just keep him occupied until I finish". She says.
My temper fires back.
"WHAT?" I scream loudly behind the door. "I'm not his anything to keep him occupied. I keep nobody occupied. You can do it yourself as you are his girlfriend". I say harshly and without waiting for an answer I run towards my bedroom and curl into my bed.
My head going to everything in a moment and my brain is barely working.
How things have changed in the past two years.
I still remember my father kissing my mother on the lips and her smiling back before driving to work.
I still remember the way she looked at him every time as if it will be the last time for her to see him.
I still remember the way she loved him. She loved him so much that she was always keen to lose anything but him.
But all of these beautiful things had changed when she first asked my father out of the blue for their divorce, in front of me and on my first day of college.
I thought it was a kind of a joke first, although she wasn't laughing or even smiling when she said it.
And when I found that letter in the post , the letter that says that they've divorced, I couldn't believe a single word written on it, although I've seen it with my eyes, with my Goddamn eyes.
And after one year, she began to date Brooklyn. The old, rich man that is gentle and more handsome than my own father, and left my father in his old apartment along the city alone, with nobody but the four walls surrounding him, and him allowing nobody around him.
All my tries to be perfect are only for him. Of course no girl would ever want to be that nerd chick that wants nothing from the world except good grades and safe life. Although I'm sure as hell that this girl is not me. The girl who always wear long skirts and sleeved shirts, who always has her hair comQbed and always has good grades, the girl who is still a virgin even though she's twenty, and the girl who has never got high, this girl is definitely not me. But it's the me that my father has always wanted me to be. And I'm doing all of this for him.
So, when he decides to come back to his house, if he would ever do, he would find his girl in the same way he left her.
I hear the front door close so, I jump off my bed to change my clothes and crawl back to my bed, covering my small body with my blanket and uneasily, I cry myself to sleep.
