Enough

Part 2

"Darling are you home? Erica are you here?" I could hear him walking up the staires and stopping at my door. Knocking on the door while pushing down the handle, he entered my room with a weird smile. My dad looked at Steph and started a conversation with her, when they were done talking my dad asked "Stephanie is your mother picking you up or do you need a ride home?"
"Oh no, thank you Mr Storm but my mom is picking me up in a few minutes",and just after she said that the doorbell rang, it was Mrs Cooks Stephs mom. We went downstaires to take her stuff and i walked her out. "Try not to worry about it too much" i said while hugging her, she hugged me tightly, smiled and went to the car. Closing the door i felt the mood changing in te house, i turned around and looked at my dad. He looked upset, beat up and angry, not knowing what to say I just sat next to him waiting for him to say something. " Did you eat already?", he asked while still looking down at his shoes, I looked at him hoping he would catch my stare and said "No not yet i was waiting on everybody to come home so we could all eat togheter."
He finaly lift up his head and said "Well it's Friday your brothers are sleeping over at a friends house and your mother is on a business trip she will be back tomorrow, so it's just the two of us." I loved these night where it was just me and my dad, sittin on the sofa eating some food, laughing and talking. With a big smile on his face he said "How does take out sounds to you?" Those words made me so happy, I was craving take out and all i wanted was some sushi and all that good stuff " Is Chinese okay for you?" I asked. "Whatever you want darling, just show me what you want and I'll make the call." My dad was trying to order the food, he always struggles doing that and it's so funny to see. I walked over there to see if he wanted me to do it but he said he had it. Our food had arrived we sat down, laughed and talked all night long.
The next morning when i was walking down the staires for breakfast, i could hear my dad talking on the phone. It was his day off today but by the way he was talking i knew that they needed him at the office. I didn't even reach the fridge when the front door opend and my mom walked in the kitchen. She was looking pale and confiused standing at the diner table not saying a single word. We all just stood there in silence waiting for one of us to say something.