Wendy's Drawing Book

March 1 2012

The house is so quiet now. I mean before it was just the three of us but mom refuses to leave her room and just sobs all day. From just using common sense all this stress isn't good for her Kid. As for dad...he's no where to be seen.
The night the papers were signed mom and I were sitting at the table just talking. She was telling me how she was proud that I'm starting to look somewhat  healthy and on Sunday she was going to take me to the mall and we were gonna go bra shopping or whatever for me and we were going to stock up on diapers and shit when suddenly dad just walked out of their bedroom  clutching a tan envelope.
At first I thought it was for work or some shit like that so I myself thought nothing of it but when I glanced back at mom she was as pale. She looked as if someone had a gun to the back of her head.
Slowly he walked from the room and made his way towards us, but the rhythm of his steps were off. It was like he was savoring my mothers reaction to whatever the envelope contained. Eventually he made his way to my mother then he stopped, put his hand on his hips and shoved it face.
"I need your signature"
The tone of his voice made me shake, I've never heard him speak to her like that, it was as if she was a total stranger or someone he despised completely.
I knew something was off, way off so I read the atmosphere and left.
"I'll leave you two alone" I stood up and made my way to my room.
When I arrived there my first instinct was to eavesdrop so crouching on all fours (which doesn't hurt anymore) I put my ear to the air vent and tried my best to make out what I heard.
It was muffled just like that other time but this time they were deliberately being quite.
"Where are you.......to live"
".........yet but...away"
"What's........when the baby comes"?
There was a long pause before someone said something else. The tension in the room must've been suffocating. The next one to speak was dad and if intended it was loud and clear"

"I don't know but we both know it's not my problem".

It was around now I had realized the situation. He's leaving her, I thought. That pricks leaving a woman who's 6months and his oldest kid to fend for themselves?
My blood was boiling, no one deserved to be left especially by someone they love no matter how bitchy they are. I should know it hurt like hell when Stan left, I wouldn't wish that on anyone.
I stormed  downstairs and into the kitchen. When he was within range I grabbed his collar and yanked him back with what little strength I had.
I was crying that's how angry I was and when we made eye contact his clear look of rage settled.
"HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING TO LEAVE US HERE" I screamed shaking him back and forth, "SHES HAVING YOUR CHILD DAD WHY"?
I wish I hadn't said that.
After that sentence he was infuriated, he grabbed my wrist so hard I thought the bone would snap, and he threw me back with a shove.
I fell back and my head hit the leg of the table.
"WENDY"! I'm pretty sure it was my mother that screamed that, my head was spinning. Pure will power kept me from losing consciousness.
Mom was standing over me shaking and crying. Her head snapped In the direction of my attacker. I think she said something.
They exchanged a few words but he never once laid his hands on her which I'm thankful for.
Dad turned and made his was towards the front door grabbing his Jacket and keys in the process. Then there was a slam and he was gone.
YET AGAIN I woke up in the hospital and ironically I wasn't surprised.
I had a small concussion nothing serious (to me at least).
Jen and Rebecca were sitting in the corner of the room on their phones texting each other (I'm guessing they wanted to be quiet?)  while a huge bouquet of flowers laid on the floor.
I was in no shape or mood to alert them I was here awake so I went back to sleep.
A few hours later I heard the door squeak open. Out of habit I sprang up right and startled my visitor. It was Bebe.
Normally she wears bright colored clothes but today she was dressed in all black with a big black and red scarf wrapped around her neck.
She looked tired, as if she was crying. I Just assumed it was because of my father leaving, those two were always kinda fond of each other, and her fingers were all cut and scabbed over. Like she's been picking at them for hours.
We talked for a while until I got so into the television show I could hardly keep our conversation going. Bebe walked over to the other side of the small room, picked up my brush and began to use it on her hair.
I glanced over at the stunning figure.
Her long beautiful blond hair fell perfectly after every stroke, her long slender legs looked beautiful in the skinny jeans she was wearing, and her t-shirt hugged her puffed out chest perfectly. Her pale face, rosy cheeks and blue eyes were almost doll like. Anyone who saw her would've fallen in love instantly. I continued to look at the figure in the corner in complete.....envy.
She walked back around and put the brush by the little table beside my bed.

I looked over at it and was astonished, confused and horrified to see countless strands of blond hair intertwined within the bristles of the brush.

*************************************
Hello people! I'm sorry for the late chapter I've been rather busy and I'm sorry to say but yet another person has left Wendy's life.
And about the scene with Bebe I wonder what this means 👀👀👀