Imperfect Me. (ON HOLD)

Chapter 24

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Recap: Jayden dropped Jade home after a phone call with her mother who seemed worried.

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JADE:
I push the door open once Jayden drives off.

"Mom? Dad!" I call out in attempt to locate either of them.
After a minute of looking I find dad in the kitchen, back facing me.

Realising I'm in the "maid" outfit I head out the room slowly so he doesn't turn and see my attire. Unfortunately luck doesn't seem to be on my side.

He turns to look at me yes scrutinising my face. A blush starts to form as his eyes flick down to the dress... its not like what I'm wearing actually looks like maid attire nevertheless it is a maid outfit.

See, one thing I know about my father is that he's very quick to pick up on things and small changes and from his expression I know that he knows I've changed into clothes; clothes that don't belong to me ...I don't know why but he pays it no heed although the small frown line has just formed above his brows making me well aware of the fact he has noticed, disliked it but let it slide.

Something must be going on.

"You might want to get ready. We're going to visit your cousins."

"... And Gabbe?" I whisper well aware that this must be the reason behind going back. After all it's just been a month or so since we left that place. When we remained there after Gabbe's passing, a short two months possibly 3 months. I started to lose my mind but one thing that became part of my daily routine was to visit her grave. A morbid form of comfort it sometimes brought me.

He seems cautious, gaging my reaction as he nods. My father had always been best at keeping his emotions in check while I'm quite the opposite; more like mom but not. Let's just say that it's not hard to know when I'm not happy.

Considering how emotional Gabbe makes me.
How guilt and grief wars inside starting to eat me up while I mourn her loss. I suppose that I was a major cause behind the move alongside their new jobs; not that they'd actually admit it.

I feel a dull ache in my heart but keep my face composed because I have to be strong for mom. For her. For dad and even for myself.

"How long..." I whisper finding it difficult to raise my voice.

"Just today we should be back tonight." My mother responds. Her reply may have been at a normal volume but it seems so much louder now as she enters the kitchen a towel in hand. No doubt she's shed a few tears already.

Crying in the shower won't always drown out the noise. Nor the aftermath of a slightly puffy face.

My dad gives us both hugs before telling us to hurry up. Dad's hug is something I really appreciate as dad doesn't really show affection though it is clear how much he cares for us.