The Escape.

Chapter 1: The Divorce

It started as a normal evening. My family had finished dinner. Rose had gone on flapping her hands over her spinner. Mom was on her phone, frustrated as usuall. Dad was on the Facebook on the trading page called Mancave. Moms phone rang again. We had just figured it was one of her call lights from her job, a director of nursing at a five-star nursing home. Untill she said the words she had been saying all week. " Ember, please make your father a facebook account. Im sick of getting these dumb emails from him on my facebook, looking at mancave." I was tired of pushing it off, as I had been for awhile now. "Dad, bring me the Ipad." "No, im on mancave." He said. I walked over to the recliner in the living room and snatched it from his hands. "Hey!" He said. "Im making you a facebook account dad, mom is sick of those emails." He started to complain in protest. I got to work on the account. When I had created the account I requested the circle entitled mancave. As I was doing that, my mom told me to take the same circle off her account. So I did. My dad once again complained "No! Don't do that yet! It takes time to request those." It was already too late. I had deleted it. My mother got up to put rose to bed. I was allowed to stay up, it wasnt a school night. I handed the Ipad back to my dad. He appeared to be furious. I knew I was probably going to be in trouble, either that or they were going to be arguing again. They had had a rocky relationship these past few weeks, my Grandma, on my dads side, was previously sick with her mentall ilnesses. For the second time. She was depressed, so my dad would hav e my grandma on the other side watch her untill he got home, then he took her down to our house. My mom didn't like this, as she thought he was babying her, which he kinda was doing. My mother came and sat back down. Unfortunatly, by that tine it was time for my dad to go to bed for work, he got his stuff around and went to head upstairs, they had slept in seperate rooms for as long as I had been alive. I said "Night, Love you." I got no response. He didn't have very good hearing in one ear, so I assumed he didn't hear me. Usually it took him awhile before he got comfortabe. So I figured I would go try again. So about five minutes later I ran upstairs. He ignored me again. This time I went and told my mother. She told me to go back jn there and try again, and she would stand next to the door, out of sight. So I tried again. He still ignored me. My mother burst around the corner and they started to aruge. I felt like this time it was all on me. So, I hate to admit it but I cried. Tommorow was their anneversary. I figured they would make up. Boy, was I wrong.

As the week progressed, the fighting got worse. My father started staying at my grandma's and only came home to tell rose and I goodnight, take a shower, and sleep. That weekend my mother kicked him out. I still figured they would make up in a few days. But the next day would turn my life upside down.

My aunt was in town, we rarely got to see her. Since it was fall, she wanted to know if we wanted to go to the Red apple farm. The Red apple farm is a place where you can go to pick out pumpkins, ride horses, and lots of other joyful fall activities. We decided to go. We all got dressed. About that rime my dad called and asked if we were doing anything. I explained and he said "Ok go have fun." I didn't think anything of it at the time. My mom and I came home to the house in an uproar. My dad had collected his stuff and left. Well, we sorta walked in between him getting another load. I cried that night. Harder than ever. Rose understood on some level I think. But I didn't really know. As for my mom, she went into a protective mother mode. Needless to say she filed for divorce the next day. That was over a year ago. Here is the rest of my story......

Hey guys its the author. I hope you enjoy this new story. I decided to scrap the last one. I hopefully will be able to update more often now, although maybe not on Some weekdays. I hope you enjoy :).