Leaving Stones Part 1

Leaving Stones: Chapter 16

The day of our final year prom came and I was more than thrilled. Besides, Dean was invited to perform; I can't wait to see him playing his cello again. I had put on my peach coloured dress and linen navy blue wedges and was waiting for Dean to pick me up with his dad's truck when mom called me to come into the living room.
"Bev, your dad is coming home early to-" mom said before I cut her off. "Why?" I asked coldly.

"Bev, we have something to discuss with you, I just called Dean, if you don't mind, and I'm afraid you can't... go to prom today." she said, walking into the kitchen.
"Today?! Mom, you know this only happens ONCE in my life. What's that 'important' matter that requires talking with you guys anyway.." I snapped, my voice echoing the empty house.

"Young lady, watch your tone!" dad shoots a death glare to me as he enters the house from work. Mom had prepared dinner for the three of us. Having an unusual dinner, I felt like there was a sudden change of attitude of both of my parents, maybe they just realised something after Ian's passing.

"Dad?"

"Im sorry that you need to cancel your plans with Dean, Beverly, but this is more important. We've made some decisions. Your mother and I had discussed about this for a while now and we just want to tell you about it, tonight."

"Fine, what is it this time?"

"Beverly, your mother and I, we had decided to separate from each other. We are going to get a divorce and that's final, we are done for good and we're not going to keep the house." My dad announce without making any eye contacts with mom, who nods coldly at what dad said earlier.

I look at both of my parents, at first with high hopes things would change after Ian's death but now, they're finalizing it. Can't I have a word in this big decision, especially about selling the house? Do they even care how I feel about this huge decision? As if its not obvious enough, I don't exist, I may never be as perfect as Ian was to them, I may never be as important as Ian was to them everyday.

"It's for the best, for everyone, for your father, for Me." Mom voiced out.

"For everyone? Did you forget someone? Oh, me, for instance? Or am I not important enough? It's a waste of my time listening to this crap when I expect for something better since we're, for the first time, having an actual family dinner, of how I imagined a perfect family would do, of how I always wished for. Why did you called Dean to not take me to prom, mom?! You could've just texted me about your divorce, maybe it wouldn't sound as pathetic as it is now!" I flipped, leaving my parents speechless in front of their dinner plates.