Leaving Stones Part 1

Leaving Stones Chapter 9

  "You've searched your whole entire life for wise words to say until you cant find right in being silent ." I finished writing an article in my blog ending with my own quote which I think is more realistic because I'm experiencing it right now. I returned home sobbing with red puffy eyes and wet floral blouse and jeans because it rained on the way home and realized that Dean wasn't there to protect me from the rain.

  "Eve?" mom called out.
"Honey, dinner's ready. Oh, and dad got you some Chemistry reference book, thought you might need it."
"Yeah, mom, I’ll be down in a minute."
"I don’t need Chemistry, I wanted to be a writer" I mumbled walking back to my desk. I switch off  my laptop and didn’t bother to switch on my phone. I took a piece of wet tissue and wiped my broken makeup, put on some comfortable clothes and walk downstairs, had dinner with mom, Ian, and Aunt Meredith while dad is at work, working late again. In fact, he never had dinner with us anymore, not since he got promoted to be the manager of a company he is working in.

   Later that night, I decided to switch on my phone just in case dad calls me up to inform that he will not be coming home for tonight. It is always his excuse. I ran downstairs to pick up the books from dad and ran back up. I flipped through the pages but I am not even interested in any of that subject but I had to because dad forced me to take those subjects. He wanted me to become a doctor or a scientist and it was really unpleasing because I can’t see myself as a doctor in the future. As much as Science and all of the subjects associated with it is cool but I fell in love with writing. Writing isn't a choice that I made. The choice of writing that made me. I couldn't escape from it even if I try. I'd always runs back to the arms of writing. The soothing it gives me replaces the once soothing place on earth- dad's shoulder to cry on. Now it’s only for Ian. I can’t blame him, Ian is the long- awaited boy in the family, the one that existed to save my parents falling marriage. But it’s failing again.
 
  The deep thought I was getting into was suddenly bothered by a buzzing of a text message.
"Hey Bev, its dad, I'm coming home in 30 minutes, tell Ian I’ll be there to tuck him in." the text message reads. I sigh a great relief because I thought it was from someone else that I don’t want to talk to, not today but it was only my own thoughts scaring me off. Maybe I hoped it was Dean. Its not the matter of me getting upset by him but him torturing himself to death trying to change who he is just because he wants to fit in, be accepted and make everyone happy. He doesn’t believe in his dreams anymore, I doubt if he still believes in me. I shake the thoughts and walk out of my bedroom.