Problems Upon A House

Chapter One

I wasn't sure if I was able to handle this situation as well as I thought I would. Tears were rolling down my cheek bone till they reached the end of my chin where they spilled onto the rough jean of my pant leg. I was crying so hard, no sound was coming out of my mouth and the lack of air in my lungs forced me to take in once again, an other big inhale. It was loud and long, sickening my stomach and making me drool.

And it was then that I just remembered the night before that my parents were getting along perfectly fine. Until Catrina, my dad's ex, walked through our front door saying she had a good time last night. My mom was so furious. She was too mad to even talk about it so she said to my dad to just go to sleep and they'll discuss in the morning. I was sitting on the steps of the stairs, listening to the slow and steady conversation that they had. But I was woken to cursing and glass shattering onto the wooden floor that we had in our living room. After a while, the last thing that I heard was the door slam shut, so violently, it shook the whole house. I had a strong feeling that it was my dad to walk out on us. I took my time going across the room to my window to see if my assumption was correct. And of course, I saw my dad with a suit case, two duffle bags, and the keys to one of the two cars that we had. I can't believe he didn't even say good bye.

I could hear my mom from my bed room, whaling and pounding on the walls of our house. My eyes were still glued to my dad, maneuvering his way around the car. Suddenly, I saw mom run after him in her slippers and rob, just as he was about to enter the car. I saw her mouth something that looked like a please stay, please, for Blaire. By the look on dad's face, he wasn't buying. It was deeply hoping he would. He shocked off my mom's hand on his. Catrina hopped into the Ford and closed the door shut. That was dads cue to start heading out. Mom was there on the drive way, watching as the truck pulled out and left the house, the driveway, the road, mom, and me. I quickly put on a thin jacket that would beat the soon to be fall weather. Almost face planting down the stairs, I rushed out of the house and knelt besides mom as she was on her knees crying for dad.

"I'm so sorry baby. I couldn't keep him for one more day too work this out. I'm so, so sorry." She was basically gasping the words out, me, barely understanding her.

"Its OK mom. You tried, but were gonna be OK." I tried to calm her down but it wasn't really working. So I held her up and brought her back into the the house were my dad no longer lived. He was dead to me, for what he did. I was gonna do my best to live without him but thinking of a world like that was hard. Who was gonna be there to help me on my homework when moms out working? Who was gonna cook a meal to put in my stomach when mom had late night shifts? I was only ten so I didn't really have much say on how I was gonna live life now. Now I had to be the one to help myself with the homework and the meals. Adapting to a "new life" was gonna be hard, but I had to at least try.

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8 years later

My mom was ill. She was in a hospital bed for two months. She couldn't move. Or talk. Or open her eyes. She was basically dead. The doctors discovered a hole in her brain a couple months back that would soon act up. I guess about a week ago was time that it acted up. When my father left, I wasn't able to go to school for the whole week. On the same week, the divorce papers came in and I was starting to accept the fact that my fad was gone, forever. He moved to California with Catrina 5 years ago. When he came back to get his final stuff, my mom made him promise with her. She made him promise that he will never forget the daughter that he had, and come visit. My father promised but he said that I would come to California instead of him coming back to Wisconsin. She agreed and that was the last time I saw him.

6 hours later, my mom was dead.

She was stone cold when I touched her when I came back from school. My heart felt swollen and broken like, I have just lost a piece of it. My mother was the piece to my heart that had slowly drifted away. Now that she was dead, that piece was taken away like I didn't deserve it. I cried my eyes out and I guess the doctors heard me and they rushed to do CPR but I knew it wasn't gonna work. She was long goon like my father.

The doctors were saying something to me but my ears just seemed to go on mute because I couldn't hear a word they were saying. I told them I'll be back in an hour, but in never came back.

I went home after that, with my feet, dragging on the ground. There was only one thing on my mind and a big thing. Sleep. I pulled out my phone that my mom bought me 2 years before and checked that it read 12:46 AM. It was morning and I was still not asleep. I didn't even have the force to haul myself up the stairs so I just slept on the cold leather couch and forces my eyes closed. All I saw was my mother, in the hospital bed. The doctors said something about a funeral but I don't even know if I was even going to take place there. It all just happened at once. I couldn't go to school tomorrow, so I decided to drop out right then and there. It was my last year of high school so I guess it wasn't a big problem.

The moonlight that was shining through the widow was soothing. It helped me think for a while. It helped think what I was gonna do in 5 years. Who I was gonna be, where would I be? Was my mom still gonna be in my busy mind? All these thoughts were race through my head like they were about to cross a finish line.

Before my father left, he said I could always call him if I was scared, or sad, or just needed to talk to him. He said he was always there. Just one call away. So I picked up my phone, and quick dialed him. The phone was answered right away.

'Umm... Hello?" My father said. It was the first time in 5 years that I had heard my dads voice. It was lower than I expected it to be.

"Uhhh... Hey. Hello?" I was trying so hard not to sound not casual cause he was definitely being casual.

"Yeahh. Uhh. Who's this?" He said, this time, with a more serious tone.

"Ahh, its your daughter, Blaire." I was waiting a few seconds for a response.

"Oh wow! Blaire. What a surprise! Is there something wrong?" It kinda made me sad that he asked if something was wrong. I was maybe looking for a "hayy, long time no see!" or a "wow sweaty, its been a while huh?? so what's up!!" But that is what I got, a plain ol' is there something wrong?

"Ummm.. Yeah, actually. Something really big happen." I tried to fight back the tears. Than I continued. "Its about mom."

"Oh. Is she still really sad about the break up. Because I promised that I still cared and she-"

"Dad she's dead." I cut him off before he could finish. Tears were already rolling down to under my chin. I waited a while before I heard him say something.

"Oh wow. Oh my god. How did this happen?" His voice seemed unsteady and curious.

"Umm, she got sick 2 months ago and I guess now it started to really affect her." I suddenly had a sassy tone to my words.

"Wow. This is so terrible. I'm going to make a plan to come visit you as soon as possible. OK?"

"Yeah, that would be really good." An explosion of happy tickled through my body. I was trying not to show it though.

"What time would be nice for me to see you?" His voice now calm.

"As soon as possible, like you said."

"Alright. That's ok with me."

"Ok. Bye dad."

"Bye baby girl."

Even though I was eighteen, and not a baby girl, I liked that he said that to me. It made me feel like I was still his daughter.