Invisible 2 (H.S. AU)

Chapter 5

Victoria's P.O.V

"Mom? Are you okay?" I asked, tears still streaming down my face.

"Your boyfriend needs to watch his damn mouth." She shot, her face growing hard. I had never seen her look so sad for so long.

She got up quickly and stomped down the hall to her room, her hands balled into fists.

I scrubbed my face to clear the tears as I heard her slam her door a few seconds later.

I stood in the middle of the room, dumbfounded. Looking around, I tried to figure out what just happened.

How could he say something like that?

I was protective over my Dad's memory and I would never allow anyone to say a bad word about him. Not even him.

I tiptoed down the hall and put my ear up to my mom's door. I could hear quiet sobs as she cried. The sound broke my heart.

I lifted my hand, considering knocking on the door, but then decided against it. My mom was too proud of a woman to want anyone to see her cry.

I felt tears spring to my eyes as I remembered his memory and decided to do something that was almost as familiar as breathing at this point.

Quietly backing away from the door so that I wasn't heard, I walked to the fridge and grabbed my famous after-school snack- an apple- and walked outside to my beloved tree house.

Susan's P.O.V (Victoria's mom)

I slammed my door and managed to make it to my room before the tears began flowing.

I stumbled over to my bed and collapsed. Sobbing, I held my head in my hands.

I hated when I got like this. I hated crying.

I hated when missing my husband got so bad it felt like a crushing weight coming down on my shoulders.

When does the hurting end?

Harry was way out of line. I couldn't believe he would say something like that about my husband. He shouldn't even be bringing up  my husband.

Did he even know he was gone?  I wasn't sure.

Had Victoria told him?

A few of my co-workers tried to convince me to go on a blind date once. It ended horribly. I ended up comparing the poor guy to my husband every two seconds.

He sounded like my husband Mike, but he said all the wrong things. Every time he opened his mouth, I continued to think things like "Mike wouldn't have said that" or "Mike would have said that this way, just to make me laugh"

He even ate different than Mike, and yes I did compare even that.

The guys eyes were almost the exact shade of my husband too. The only difference was the light wasn't there.

I felt bad for comparing him all the time, but I couldn't help it. I ended up ending the date awkwardly and early. I haven't seen him since.

Mike always seemed to be floating on a cloud wherever he went. He was always happy and upbeat. I was sadly not.

For the better part of my teenage and adult life, I struggled with depression. My condition was only improved when I was around Mike. He was my rock, my light, my happy place. I know that is sounds cliché,but he was my everything.

When he died I lost myself, or rather, went back to the way I was before. Because of my depression, I always was one to lash out, even as a teen. I lived most of my life bitterly.

Except when I was with Mike.

He showed me the good in life. He made me think that maybe life wasn't as bad as I had always made it out to be. Once he left, I got even worse than I was before.

Unfortunately, I took all of that out on my daughter. I know she must hate me, but I can't help it. I needed an outlet and sadly enough for her, she was it.

I was trying my best to be reasonable with her, after I heard about what she was going through, but I was afraid that I had just found another outlet for my anger.

Her slightly-less angry boyfriend.

I wanted to get better, not worse, and taking everything out on him was just two steps back instead of one step forward.

I used my anger to hide what I was feeling inside, and what I was feeling inside was scary. I didn't want to let anyone close enough ever again to find out that my hard, angry exterior was just there to cover up and hold together my broken, soft heart.

When does the hurting end?

(A/N: Sorry that it's a really short chapter, but I wanted to post something quick for you guys in between me doing homework. Hopefully I'll have some longer and more frequent updates for you guys soon, once the homework slows down.

And how did you guys enjoy the new P.O.V?! I was surprised to find out that I actually really enjoyed writing in her mom's P.O.V! Let me know if you guys want to see some more of her, I'd be happy to get inside her head again! XOXO