KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! who's knocking at the door at 8 in the morning...ON A SUNDAY! I rush downstairs, wow our house is a mess, Leo's toys are practically the new flooring, I carefully make my way towards the door, I didn't bother looking through the peek hole, I just opened the door. NO
"Mum?" my voice is quiet and barely audible, it's kinda embarrassing.
"Frey, you look...older" jheeze I know I look a mess but fucking hell does she really need to take a huge long pause to think of something nice to say and of course I look older, I was 10 when you ran off.
"What are you doing her? Where have you been these past five years?" I really wanted to scream and shout at her but I decided not to or I'd wake Dad and well sleep beats cancer right?
"Frey I know you have a lot of questions, can I come in please?" she's not even asking about Leo, her son she's never seen. She's smiling hoping I'd smile back but I'm not letting her think everything's okay. She looks so beautiful since the last time I saw her, different even, more radiant, her face is flawless, she's pale like me, I always remembered her signature red lipstick, that hasn't changed, her hair is perfectly curled and shiny. Then at the pit of my stomach I realise how much I want to look like her, I'm fifteen and I look like I've woken up from an eternity's worth of sleep.
"fuck off, no one asked you to come here" most teenagers would deserve a slap after that but my mother lost the right when she decided she didn't want us anymore. I slammed the door shut in her face.
A couple hours passed, it's 10am now, I still can't seem to face Dad, how do I tell him that I just told his wife, the love of his life to fuck off, I know Dad and I know he'd be far from pleased. "Hi..." I make my way to his bedside.
"Your mother came over then" Dad looked ashamed like he's been keeping this secret for a while.
""What?" I was confused, shocked, mortified.
"It was me who called your mum..." he sighed as if he finally felt happy to tell me "your Aunt Vi agreed it would be best..." best? Best for who? What am I supposed to say to that? Does he want me to bring her back? She's probably waiting across the street "sweetheart you're 15 you can't do this, look after me..." am I not capable or something "we can see you aren't coping and that's killing me more that this cancer..." tears were starting to prick my eyes, no don't, don't cry "you should be going out, having fun REVISING for your gcse's" shit I forgot about my exams, i'm starting year 11 in a week and I'm pretty sure I've failed my exams last year. Dad handed me his phone "call your mum bring her back and TALK to her, okay Frey?" Dad's face looked firm and I knew he wasn't going to back down even if I put up a fight.
"okay Dad, but I won't be giving her hugs and shit" I said mirroring my fathers firm face, he just smirked.
