"Oh, dammit, stop. Please?" Everett pleaded with me. I was now sitting on his couch, still bawling my eyes out.
"Tell me what's wrong, Emma," Everett said. He seemed uncomfortable and really out of his element.
I started to calm myself down. I didn't want him to be weird about me crying.
"My father," I said slowly, and Everett perked up at my words. "I just saw him with another woman."
"Oh," he said, running a hand through his perfect brown hair.
Perfect? Really, Emma?
We said nothing for a while, and Mrs. Sanders came into the room.
"Oh, hello Emma. How are you?" she asked, probably already noticing how my eyes were red and puffy from crying.
"I'm okay," I said lightly. The words felt wrong coming out of my mouth, but I couldn't just spill what I heard to an adult. It felt like I was betraying my own parents.
But he betrayed us. I thought, picturing my father with that woman.
"I have to go, but thanks Everett," I said, standing up from my spot on his green couch. In fact, now that I noticed it, all of the furniture in their house was an odd color.
The drapes were a teal color, and the kitchen table was brown with yellow polka dots.
"I'll walk you out," Everett said, standing up with me.
He opened his door for me, and a rush of cold air slapped me in the face.
"Good luck," he said softly. I almost didn't hear him. I couldn't help but smile at his kindness when this morning he was leaving me to fend for myself at the hotel.
"Thanks," I got out, just before he shut the door in my face.
Rude.
But cute.
What?
Nothing.
I shook away all thoughts of Everett, focusing on my dad's car still in the driveway. I decided to confront him, unlocking my door and stepping inside.
I closed the door as quietly as possible. My cat Lily sat at the top of the stairs, most likely afraid of the strange woman in our house. I felt the need to shush her, as if it would make things any easier.
I tip toed around the corner, spotting them lost in each other on the couch. Her dress was almost falling down and his jacket was on the floor. I needed to stop this before it went any farther.
I cleared my throat.
The dark haired woman gave a shout and turned to me quickly. I finally got a good look at her, taking into account her dark, clean skin and long black hair. She had about a pound of make-up on and she could've been mistaken for, I'm sorry to say it, a prostitute.
But I knew this woman wasn't one. In fact, I had seen her before at my dad's office.
"Emma? What are you doing home? I thought you were out with your boyfriend?" my father asked. His tone was accusing, like it was my fault he had gotten caught. I decided to ignore his 'boyfriend' comment.
A lump in my throat formed and I couldn't hold it back.
"Why the hell are you kissing Maria Perez!" I screamed, but it wasn't a question. I knew.
"Honey, please-"
"No!" I screamed, not letting him speak. "Mom has had three beautiful children with you and you repay her by being with another woman? How long has this been going on?"

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Cold Hearted
Teen FictionMy sock feet padded down my carpeted stairs and across the hardwood flooring to the front door. I yanked it open, letting the cool wind into my home. It danced around my face, turning my nose red. The first snow day was here, right on cue. The firs...