Breaking Glass

Chapter 5

*Homes*

*Ara's POV*

I let a small smile go as I watched my father walk inside after giving me a small hug. He looked at my mother before reaching over and giving a small hug, but I could tell the hug they both shared before will never be the same again, not in a million years.

"What did you need to tell your daughter Patrick?" I gulped as I caught !y father's eye, he stared at me for a few seconds before back to my mother.

"I was hoping that me and her could speak about that alone." I looked at !y mom, then back to my dad, then eventually the floor, it never looked more appealing.

"She's my daughter, I have a right to kno-"

"She is her own woman, she can tell you if she wants, I just want some quality time with my daughter. You do know that right, that she is my daughter too?" My dad stared down at my mother as she tried to fund some words.

"She could be your daughter if you ever decided to visit her! You left Patrick, you left us here by ourselves just because you couldn't handle the responsibility of being a parent."

I didn't need this right now, nor any other time. I stepped back as the continued to fight and ran up the stairs into my room.

I shut the door and slid down it, locking it as I put my head against my knees, I could only stay like that for so long because the ache in my back. I stood up and walked over to my bed before crawling under my blanket and curling against myself.

I heard a soft knock at the door.

"Princess? Can I come in?" I sat up and hesitantly walked to the door, unlocking it and heading back to my bed and sitting on the edge.

I heard my dad walk in and the soft clicks of my mothers heels follow him, they both sat on wither side of me.

"I'm sorry honey, we didn't mean to fight in front of you." My mother said as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders.

"It's my fault that you guys separated."

My dad gripped my shoulders and forced me to look at him "It was never your fault, if anything it was mine, your mother was right, I was scared. I should have been there for you and her when you both need me the most, I'm sorry." He pulled me against his chest and hugged me tightly.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my head on his braid shoulder, feeling !y mothers small hands wrap around my midsection, her head against mine as we sat together.

My dad rest his cheek against the side of my head "How about we go out and eat? My treat." I looked up at him and smiled before nodding my head.

We both stood up and walked outside just when there was a knock at the door.

My mother walked ahead of us and opened it, revealing our neighbor Cassandra with a small plate of cooked lasagna, the tin foil wrap covering it.

"Oh! Hello Patrick, I didn't expect you to be here, I was just dropping off this lasagna I made a few minutes ago, I was wondering if you might want to take it off my hands?"

"That's so nice of you Cassandra, but we were going out to eat." Cassandras smile quickly fell but it soon returned.

"That's no problem, maybe another time?" I felt incredibly bad, she took her own valuable time to make it and here we were rejecting, it even smelled good!

I stepped forward and placed my hand on her bony shoulder "We'll go out another time, thank you Ms. Vespo." She smiled at me and let me take the small glass container, I walked into the kitchen and sat it on the island.

When I came back my parents were saying goodbye "Oh, Ara, my nephew starts tomorrow, would you mind showing him around?" I paled at the thought of meeting the new kid, the thought of him living just across the street and a few houses down was bad enough, but either way, I felt obligated to.

"Of course Ms. Vespo." She smiled and walked away and back to her house.

"That's nice of you Ara, I'm sure she highly appreciates it." I gave my mother a small smile and walked back into the kitchen to grab three plastic plates, laying them out on the table and scooping a fair amount of lasagna out and onto each plate, making sure my father had the most.

"Thanks princess." He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to my temple, rubbing my back before sitting st the table. I sat in the muddle of the oval table, my parents at each end, the silence was unbearable.

"Sweetie, could you hand me a napkin?" I looked up and pulled one from the small dispenser and handed it to my mother, watching her small hands dab the soft tissue against her red lips.

She looked up and saw me staring, raising her eyebrow in a questioning manor.

I blinked a few times before looking away, my eyes rising up to my dads, his dark chocolate eyes were shut as he quickly chewed the food.

Looking down and noticing that I haven't even touched it. When I lifted up the small silver fork I dipped it into the cheese and noodles, pulling it up and into my mouth, savoring the bite as I moaned under my breath.

"That good huh?"

I looked up to see my parents staring at me with large smiles, making me blush and look away with a small smile.

When we finished eating I rinsed off the plates and put the leftovers in the fridge. Rinsing the plates off and then setting them neatly in the dishwasher and shutting it.

It wasn't that full so I just left it there and walked up to my room to get ready for bed.

Walking up to my father I kissed his cheek and hugged him.

He bid me goodnight and so did my mother. He stayed for at least another 20 minutes before he left.

I was laying in my bed the whole time, listening to their muffled voices as they laughed, sobbed, then grew quiet again. I heard the door shut, it was quieter than I expected, but to me, it sounded as if a bomb went off inside my head.

I turned over in !y bed and stood up, wanting to take a shower before I fall asleep.

When I opened my closet I pulled on a large Greg sleeveless shirt and a pair of basketball shorts, crawling into my bed and shutting my eyes.