Broken

Amanda

My Mom and Dad are starting to get a divorce. I didn't know about it till this morning. I should have known that it was coming. They fought all the time. They told me that it's not my fault, that this doesn't make them love me any less the same old song and dance that millions of kids have heard. Me and Mom are going to move to Alabama. The hardest thing about all this is ... I have to tell Adam. I don't want to leave him after all the times we have spent together.  I am sitting on the bed trying to think of a way to tell him. How is he going to take the news? all of these things run through my mind. I hear his truck pull up in my driveway and I still have no idea how I am going to tell him. The doorbell rings.

"Hey babe" I said as I opened the door. Holding back tears as I kissed him.

"Hey! Is everything okay you seemed upset at school today" 

"Yeah that's what I kinda want to talk to you about, come on in." I open the door wider as he walked in and shut the door behind him.

"So what do you want to talk to me about" A tear started going down my face. How in the hell am I going to tell him?

" Well... My parents are getting a divorce, I found out this morning" the tears started to stream down my face. Adam puts his arms around me has I continue to find the words to tell him that I was moving.

"I'm so sorry baby.. you don't deserve this". I started to cry harder into his chest. It was like my throat was starting to close. I couldn't make the words come out of my mouth. The thought of losing him, not being able to hold him, not seeing him as much as I do now. It seems unreal... but I have to tell him.

"...Adam" I say almost to a whisper, I slowly pull away from his grip.

"shh it's going to be okay. We still have each other" He softly smiles. I slowly shakes my head starting to cry. His smile slowly started to fade.

".. that's just it Adam..." I push the strain of my hair placing it behind my ear. I take a deep breath trying to force the words out of my mouth. "...I'm moving". He stood there not saying a word. "...I .. I didn't know till this morning". Still nothing. I slowly wipe my face with the sleeve of my sweater, taking a step back crossing my arms looking at the floor. "...please say something". For a second it was complete silence, suddenly he takes a long deep breath.

"...where are you moving?"

"....Alabama". He takes a step back putting his hands in his pockets.