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13. Holiday Vacation Ep. 8: "You're Really Bad At It."

I meant to post this two nights ago, and I know it sounds like I'm making excuses, but my sister used my laptop to do her homework and I couldn't post it.

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13. Holiday Vacation Ep. 8: "You're Really Bad At It"

I was woken in the middle of the night by the sound of my parents arguing. I thought those days were over a long time ago, I thought to myself as I heard their poor attempt at keeping their argument quiet.

My parents were the type to argue like that and later were happy like nothing had happened. When I was younger, it seemed to happen very often.

Or maybe I eventually learned to tune them out.

Their argument got much louder, until it suddenly topped and I heard the door to their bedroom open. There were sounds of footsteps coming closer and the door opened. I pretended to be sleeping and saw my mum walk into the room. She quietly tiptoed her way to Savannah's bed and crawled under the covers with her.

I waited until I heard the slow breathing that indicated she was asleep, and I slipped out of my bed. Putting my pink booty slippers, I walked across the wooden floor and left my bedroom.

I walked through the hallway that led to the living room and  rushed out of the hotel suite.

I need to get some fresh air.

There was that feeling again. The feeling where you know your parents are keeping up appearances in front of their kids in order to not worry them. But then you realize everything is wrong and your whole life crumbles before your eyes. It was a feeling I knew all too well, but I seemed to ignore it every time I felt it. It was as if my heart were being wrung dry and the lump in my throat almost made it hard to breathe.

I wandered the hallways of the hotel aimlessly, not really paying attention to where I was going. The only thing that constantly went through my mind was; Maybe its my fault they argue. If I were prettier, a little bit smarter, if I were special, maybe they wouldn't argue. They'd have a perfect daughter.

The evident failure of a marriage hung in the air and it tore at my heart and mind.

I'd always been taught that marriage was a special thing, something that lasts forever. Yet how am I supposed to continue with that mind set when all I've been taught proves to be a lie?

The values and rules inculcated through the solid teachings of my religion were suddenly breaking like pillars of sand.

I finally stopped in a random hallway, letting myself slide down to the floor and brought my knees to my chest, breaking down into sobs. All the years of hearing my parents, the people I looked up to as the perfect picture for true love, arguing like that, made me see that many things didn't last forever, despite our desires to make them last.

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After recovering from my mental break down, I found myself walking to Luke's suite subconsciously. I was unsure of what time it was, but I was surprised to see that Luke opened the door when I knocked. It was as if he hadn't even been sleeping.

His blonde delinquent hair was tousled and messy, the dark circles under his eyes were more prominent than I remembered and he seemed extremely tired.