Dirty Little Secret

Secret II

Blaire

“Get out! Get out! Go back to that bastard! This is what you want right you filthy slut? Forget that you have a family. Oh sorry, you already forgot that you have a family.”

“So now you’re telling me that this is a family? We both know that from the start, we never had the so-called family of yours!” I am here outside of their room listening to their argument. I gripped the edge of my dress and bit my lower lip so they can’t hear me crying.

I watched my mom and she gets her things on the closet while my dad is just watching her. I want her to stop packing her bags. I don’t want her to leave her us. I know that my father still love my mother. He is just angry right now. But if he’ll calm down I know, he will hug her tight and beg her not to walk away from us.

“I’m done of all your stupid lies!  I am filing a divorce,” my dad shouted as he took my mom’s hand, removed her ring on her finger. She stopped on what she was doing and looked at my father with very questioning eyes. “I’m tired, Antonette.” And he looked away.

“I’ll accept the divorce that you want but I’m taking Antonette with me.” As he heard what she said, she eventually grabbed my mother’s arm and I can see that he’s really angry at her.

“You won’t!” He raised his hand and about to slap my mom when I went inside and hugged her from behind. I’m still crying. My mom turned her back and knelt in front of me and brushed away the tears from my eyes.

“Mommy, don’t you love me anymore?” I had asked still sobbing. She smiled at me and tucked my loose hairs in on my ears.

“I love you, Antonette. I love you very much.” I could see her crying but it was covered by her smile. She won’t ever let me know that she’s crying

“Don’t listen to her, Blaire. If he really did love us, she wouldn’t do this.” My father said and grabbed my arms to his. I started crying again while watching my mom standing with teary eyes.

“Marcus! You know why I’m doing this!”

“No! From the beginning you’ve been doing anything you wanted without even thinking about how it would make us feel!”

My dad covered my ears then he ordered mom to leave. She took her bags and left the room. I had run after her, yelling, calling out to her, begging for her not to leave. She was climbing down the stairs, holding on to her bag, saying she was sorry, asking me to forgive her.

“We don’t need her..” I heard my dad said as I watch my mom leaving the house without turning around. My dad knelt down and cupped my face and he wiped my tears.

<Buzzzzzz….>

I woke up with the sound of the alarm clock on my side table. I dreamt of it again. The day my mom left us. The day she forgot about us. I touched my cheek and felt some tears falling down. I didn’t know that she still affects me this much. Her absence still hurts me.

I was only seven when that happened. We are a happy family back then until my mom got in a relationship with a man working in my father’s farm. They tried to hide this from me but they argue every night and I can see my dad hurting my mom.

I hated my dad at first for giving my mom that kind of life. She wouldn’t do that if he treated her right. But I realized that my dad was right for letting her go. She was selfish. What she only thins was herself. My dad gave her life but all she could do was to crash on a poor worker? How pathetic to leave a man who can give you the world and everything that you’ll will for. I feel bad for my dad.