Taylor
Tuesday is similar to Monday; no one really likes them as well, but they go by fast sometimes. So today was one of those days and I couldn't be any more excited. When I got home my dad was still at work but my mom was home early. I didn't really want to deal with her so I went straight up to my room, so here I am laying in my bed scrolling through all my social media apps. I hear the front door open and my mom is already yelling at my dad. Why do they keep fighting? It's starting to really bother me and its always about stupid stuff. Suddenly I hear my dads voice yell back. He has such a scary voice when he's mad; I kind of fear for my mom.
Calum: Hey
Taylor: Can you come pick me up?
Calum: Yup! Be there in ten
I jump out of my bed and make my way downstairs. I place my coat on quickly, followed by my shoes. I slipped out of the door without my parents hearing me.
I sit down on my steps with a large sigh. It's starting to really annoy me that they are fighting way more than often. I can't help but think that my mom starts them all the time. She never use to be this bad, but since we moved here she just wants fight with everyone. Did she not want to move here? But it doesn't make sense because she pushed my dad to make his transfer.
I hear rocks crunch under tires; I look up to see Calum. I get up from the steps quickly and walk to his car. I open the door and I'm instantly attacked by the smell of his cologne. I close the door once I get in. I turn my head to see Calum is leaning forward. His lips catch mine so quickly it takes me a second to process what was happening. I place my hand on the side of his face. Our lips move in a slow sensual pace making my heart burst. He pulls back then pecks my lips once more.
"Hey you," he coos.
"Hi." I say breathlessly.
"Where do you wanna go?"
"It doesn't matter." I say while putting my seatbelt.
"I'll just drive around."
"Okay."
"So what's wrong?" I look over at him: his eyes are concentrated on the road, his face holds no emotion. It still doesn't change the fact that he's really attractive.
"Are you going to answer me or just stare at me?" He breaks into a smile, making him 10 times more attractive than he already is. My cheeks heat up slightly from him catching me.
"My parents were fighting." I admit.
"Has it been happening lately?"
"Yeah..." I now turn my attention to the houses that are passing by.
"Do you think they'll get a divorce?" He questions.
"Absolutely not."
"Why so quick to answer?"
This causes me to look at him. His eyes meet mine for a moment, then they go to the road.
"Because they love each other." I state.
"That may be the case, but sometimes you may love someone and not be in love with them."
"They aren't going to split up." I sigh.
"Taylor stop being so naïve."
I'm really surprised by the way this conversation is turning out. Calum is really pissing me off, who says shit like this to someone?
"I can't believe you just said that to me."
"Well you said they fight all the time, and I'm guessing they aren't small little ones. And you're being very blinded to the reality of your parents. You're still trying to hold on to the fact they are in love, which they aren't I promise." He saying it so cooly, like I'm not suppose to be affected by his words.
"Calum take me home."
"Taylor-"
"Take me home." I spit.
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I stomp away from Calum without another word. I can't believe he was saying my parents don't love each other, he doesn't know anything about them. I don't know about his parents, but it doesn't make him some expert. I walk into my house, and I get a uneasy feeling. It's oddly silent. "Taylor?" I hear my dads voice from the kitchen. I walk in to find my dad and mom. My father looks so stressed and tired. His eyes that once was always lit up were now dull, it looks like he has a permanent frown now, wrinkles are now showing near his eyes. I can honestly see that he's so run down, why didn't I notice this before?
"Can you take a seat?" My mother motions to my spot at the table.
I slowly walk to my seat and plop down. I take a deep breath, my stomach is knots.
"What is it?" My voice echoes through the kitchen.
"Honey your mother and I love you very much," my dad pauses, he's searching for his next words but he can't seem to find them.
"But something has to change." My mother cuts in.
"Like?" Something is definitely wrong.
"You're father and I are getting a divorce."
My breath catches in my throat as soon as those words leave her mouth. This can't be happening. They love each other, I was so sure everyone fights it doesn't mean your not in love. Calum was right. I was being naïve, I was holding on to the mom and dad I had when I was younger. I guess I never noticed the spark from my mom and dads eyes leave. I remember my dad looking at my mom like she was the only girl in the world. My mom would always look at my dad with such passion. They would always be playful with one with each other. My dad would always bring flowers home for her, and she would always kissed him like she didn't know he was going to bring them for her. I remember thinking I wanted to have a love like that. I guess I never took notice to the little things he stopped doing. He doesn't bring home flowers, when he looks at her its a cold distant look, they don't even hug or kiss anymore. I was just blinded, holding on to the fact that they should be in love. But they aren't.
"Taylor?" My dad snaps me out of my thoughts.
"Yeah?"
"Are you okay?"
"I don't know," I answer honestly.
"You're dad is going to be moving into the city-"
"Mary can you just let her process the divorce, we don't have to go into detail right now."
"There's no point she's not a little girl anymore, might as well rip the bandaid off quickly." I now take in how miserable my mom is. She's just a plain bitch now. Is this what love does to you?
"I want to live with you dad."
"That can't happen." My mother shakes her head.
"I need to be alone for a bit."
With that I stood up and practically ran to my room with tears down my face. I plopped down on my bed letting the reality of everything hit me.
There's a small knock on my door. I can't find my voice to allow who ever to come in. The door opens and my dad walks in. He looks so broken. "Don't cry honey." He wraps me in a hug, which causes me to cry harder. "I love your mom, I always will but I'm not in love with her the way I use to be." He rubs my back trying to soothe me. "I just don't want you to leave me."
"Oh honey, I'm never going to leave you. I'm just not going to see everyday. I love you so much, with all my heart. Remember that my girl." He whispers, which causes me to hold onto him tighter. I just have this feeling like I'm going to lose him.
"Go to sleep for a little while." He pulls away and tucks the blanket over me. He places a kiss on my forehead and exits out of my room. The last thing I want to do is sleep, but somehow I do.
I just want an escape.
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You make it sound so sweet, when you lie to me.
