Kristie's POV
I don't know how I did it, but I managed to get Nate and I to the hospital my mom was staying in but I did. I must have blacked out though, because I don't remember a thing that happened during our ride, I was just on auto pilot. I don't know a word that's better to describe it. I think I called my dad, but I doubt he picked up or if he is even going to bother to find out what's happened. that's the thing with my dad I don't think he ever loved either of us. I don't have many memories of him playing with me when I was a little girl, just my mom.
Whenever my dad did come home, he was always on his cell phone and he barely acknowledged me when I tried to give him a hug or try to talk to him. It did make me sad at times I'll admit it by I've learned to live with the fact that he only cared about his work.
"Kristie, hello?". Nate asked, his hand in my face. I blinked trying to get back in reality.
"Sorry was I zoning out again?". I asked hiM, my cheeks growing red.
"Yeah, you were actually. Come on let's go see your mom.". Nate said to me, taking my hand and pulling me away from the desk.
"How do you know where her room is?". I asked, realizing that I must have been in my own place longer then I thought.
"I asked the receptionist silly. Shes on the second floor, in room 206.". We walked towards the elevator and I pressed the up button.. After about five seconds of waiting I started to tap my foot.
"Relax you know she's going to be fine.". Nate said, giving my hand a squeeze. Eventually the door opened and a bunch of nurses and doctors rushed out. I shivered, not wanting to think about them rushing to help my mom one day. I pushed the 2nd button and waited until it finally came to a stop. we walked down the hallway, made a left and we reached her door. But when I opened it, she wasn't alone. A man is standing next to her, dressed in a fancy suit and he had a brief case. His hair was dark brown that was neatly off to the side, and he wore glasses and he wore glasses over his deep blue eyes. I'd be very surprised if he was over thirty years old. He was quite handsome.
"Who's this mom?". I asked her but then stopped short when I noticed her eyes were red. She began to explain but the man got up and walked over to me, and held his hand out. I looked over to my mom and she nodded, letting me know he was okay. His hand was very firm.
"My name is Erick Singer, I am an investigator for your mom.". What? I felt my jaw drop and I raised my eyebrows at her waiting for her to explain.
"Your father is cheating on me...". All I felt was anger inside me, a range that I never felt before. but as much as I didn't want to believe it, it suddenly made perfect sense. He always goes away on the weekend, always in his office...I shook my head feeling tears in my eyes as I tried to speak.
"Why didn't anyone tell me?". I asked, my voice breaking on the last word.
"Oh honey, I've wanted to tell you sooner but I wanted to get an investigator to be sure and according to Erick he is having a affair."
"That's why he couldn't fucking be here?!". I screamed, making the nurses out in the hall turn their heads toward our room.
"Maybe it's just a misunderstanding-". I cut her off, wanting to change the subject and talk about it when she got home.
"I swear she can read my mind though, because the next thing she said was, "I'm coming home tomorrow. The doctor said ill be fine, I just need to rest for a couple of days.". She suddenly looked at Nate.
"Nate, I almost forgot to tell you the cops want to question you about your parents. They are going to court and there could be a chance that they will be sentenced to jail for twenty years, depending on what the jury says.". I felt Nate relax and when I looked up at him he had this smile that could might up this whole room. But the second it appeared it went away.
"What am I going to dI if they get sentenced? I mean it'd be nice not to get beaten up when I would make a mistake it I have nowhere to live..."
"You can live with us for awhile until we get things straightened out.". Nate looked at me for my opinion and I smiled. I felt like my chest would burst the way my heart was pounding.
After a few more minutes Nate and I decide to go down to the food court. I didn't realize how hungry I was when we looked at the menu. Nate told the cashier our orders, and we went to the side if the counter and waited for our number to be called. I was trying hard not to cry, but as soon as we sat down with our food, I lost it.
"Hey babe, it's okay. do you want to talk about it?". I nodded, taking a sip of my soda, and then a bite of my cheese pizza trying to get myself to calm down a little.
"Do you think marriage means anything anymore?". I asked, wiping a napkin under my eyes and attempting to blow my nose quietly . Nate thought about it for a minute, trying to choose his words carefully.
"Well, I do think marriage means something still, yes. But I also know that it takes lots of work and you need to really love that person and have patience with each other. Thats what it's all about when it comes to relationships trust, and no lies.". I took his hand and held it tightly. After a few more minutes of staring into each others eyes he said to me, "lets check on your mom and then we should see a movie.". I smiled and leaned over to kiss him, not caring if people were watching us.
