Not All Bad

So I've had this idea for a while and I hope everyone likes it. Please tell me what you think!

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Chapter One

The day I found out about my mother and our neighbor, Mr. Moriarty’s, affair classified as the worst possible day of my life. On a Tuesday night, my mother sat us all down at the dinner table and informed us with her face blank of all emotion and her hands folded lightly on top of the table that she had been unfaithful and was undyingly in love with the next door neighbor. She didn’t even flinch when my dad went completely senseless and started yelling his head off with profanities not fit to say on paper, but just sat there and stared up at him as if she hadn’t married this man eighteen years ago or had kids and raised a family with him. Her face gave off the impression that she just didn’t give a damn about her husband or her kids or how they felt about this affair. I just sat in my seat with my mouth gaping wide open, trying to process what I had just heard. My brother, who was as usual, higher than a kite, was literally laughing his ass off in his corner seat with his shaggy hair covered head bowed down and his chest heaving up and down rapidly. Lastly, my baby sister, who was way too young to understand at the age of seven, just sat in her seat with her huge, teary doe eyes staring in fear at our father who was right in mother’s face, yelling at the top of his lungs at his wife.

            As I sat there, motionless, I began to wonder if Mr. Moriarty’s family knew about this. Did his wife know? Were they going to get a divorce? How about their three sons, Ross, Hunter, and Ben? Were they as crushed as I was? These questions ran through my mind as my home crumbled around me, piece by broken piece. It looked like my once, seemingly perfect life had died, but how had I missed the signs?

            I mean, I really should have known it was coming. My mom was out of a job, unhappy, and lonely. Dad worked ungodly hours and was rarely home. The two of them hadn’t laughed together or gone on a date in months and my mom was always out, not that I’d noticed since my head was so far up my ass in my social life. I’d just figured she was hanging out with her friends, or job hunting, or even just volunteering at a local shelter or something motherly that mother’s do. I would’ve never guessed that she was screwing Mr. Moriarty in her spare time. It was just absurd. Mr. Moriarty was the man who I’d grown up with. He and his family were always over our house or we’d be over theirs, hanging out. The adults would sit on the patio and eat and drink and talk about politics and laugh about their lives while all of us kids played murder in the dark in the backyard. I’d been best friends with the Moriarty’s son, Hunter, until I was eleven. We’d been inseparable; I couldn’t even imagine our parents being together romantically. Just the thought made me want to puke.

            I was pulled from my trance when my mother abruptly stood up, her chair clattering to the linoleum floor with a crash. Her eyes were flashing with anger as she looked my red-faced father right in the eye, “I have been unhappy with our marriage for a long time now, Kevin, and whenever I tried speaking to you, you just pushed me away. If there is anyone to blame for this, it is you and only you,” she spoke, her voice harsh and not sounding anything like the voice of the loving mother I had grown up to know. She looked around the table at all of us. Ginny had started crying her eyes out in her seat and clinging onto my shirt with her tiny fist. Rob was still laughing. “I’m so sorry, kids, that this has happened and I know that you probably hate me for doing this, but I am in love with Bi- Mr. Moriarty and I cannot hide my feelings any longer. I will be leaving tonight and I hope that you all can find it in your hearts to forgive me for my actions and for hurting you so. I will always love you guys no matter what, just know that.” And on the verge of tears, she swiftly left the room and we all sat dumbstruck as she picked up her suitcase and left the house without another word, the door groaning as it shut behind her.