A Child Broken

Chapter 10

"Uh... Umm...h-hi." My father what, what, why was he calling me he had nothing to do with me. I didn't understand why he was calling me that could have been nothing good. I got back on the phone and there was silence. "Are you going to talk to me you called me for Gods sake!" I yelled into the phone. "Yeah I just don't know what to say I mean it's you I'm actually talking to you." I could hear him getting all sentimental. "Don't try to act like you care at all about me because I know that you don't I know what you did to my mom!" I couldn't stop yelling at him but he deserved it! "I'm sorry Vanah I really am." "No don't you call me that, you have no right at all to call me that! None at all you are nothing to me!" "Well as your father I think I have a little right to call you what I want." I could hear anger in his voice but I didn't care. I laughed at him. "Haha you really want to call yourself my father no more like a sperm donor, actually not even that because you didn't even mean to donate your sperm now did you!" It was silence for a few moments then he said, "well no but..." I cut him off. "Yes exactly so you can leave me alone now I didn't ask for you to come back I don't want you back." "Well I just wanted a chance, a chance to begin to fix things, a chance to have a daughter again." "Umm again did you just say again, you've had a daughter the whole time you just haven't been a father the whole time!" I yelled through the phone frustrated. There was silence on the other end. "Yeah that is exactly what I thought!" And with those last words I hung up on him. Oh my god really what was that, why did he call me? Ugh I couldn't stand him, what he did to my mom, it disgusted me! That man was unbelievable, why did he even call me? But I had to sleep after finding those things out about the poem and tiff and then my "dad" calling me ugh. I had to sleep so I brushed my teeth and layed down. The soft blankets putting light pressure on my body made me feel safe. It was kind of sad the safest place I had ever felt was in my bed at night which I didn't even understand because when I was little all those bad things happened in my bed. But I didn't have the energy to think about anything bad I needed sleep. As I drifted off surprisingly my mind was completely blank. The next morning I woke up to a siren going off, what an incredible way to wake up right. I dragged my self out of bed without motivation and slid back my light blue lace curtain over my window. I peeked through the split open blinds and saw a police car which was really common in Detroit so I just let the blinds and the curtain go and went downstairs. I groggily tiptoed down the stairs making sure to not lose my balance and using the railing. I hadn't talked to mom since the night before when we fought but I was hoping she was at least sober. So we could talk about the fight we had. I walked into the kitchen and there was no breakfast out which didn't surprise me so I turned to look into the living room and there was mom lying on the couch with all the lights off. The curtains were closed and the TV was off so I just decided to make my own breakfast. I went over to the microwave and put oatmeal in. After a few minutes the microwave started to beep telling me that my oatmeal was done. Then my mom started to yell at me from the other room. "What the hell is that noise shut it off!" I just brushed it off and fixed up my oatmeal and took it up to my room. I really didn't feel like being down there with her when she was hungover. I ate my oatmeal and scraped the bowl with my spoon because oatmeal was my favorite breakfast food, still is. Then I set the bowl and spoon on my nightstand and the spoon and glass bowl made a klinking noise when I set them down. I grabbed my phone off the charger, checked my notifications it was nothing really just a couple Facebook and Instagram. I left the dirty dishes and went into Sarah's room. I walked a couple feet down the hallway, the hardwood floor was cool and smooth on my naked feet. I lightly tiptoed to her room and slowly opened the door. Sarah smiled at me, a nice familiar smile that I strangely hadn't seen in days. I went in closing the door behind me and I sat on her bed. "You saw mom has a hangover?" I asked her gently. "Yeah but I don't think anything of it anymore." "Yeah me neither." We tried to laugh it off. Then I noticed what she was doing, she was playing a game on her phone, I will never forget that game it was such a stupid game. It was called "Stupid Button" and literally all you had to do was push the red button. So I crawled up next to her on the bed and asked her what she was playing because at that time I had never seen it before. As I watched her play I could not stop laughing at how stupid it was. She was laughing at me laughing and every once in a while I would bump her shoulder and make her miss the button. She would get mad at me and make an angry face but her angry face was not scary at all. I missed having times like this with her. I felt natural again.

(Happy Easter everyone!! I hope you all have a great day and eat lots of food and candy. Love you all!)