Nothing Has changed!

Chapter 3

“I’m fine with moving. I mean if it’s for dad’s work.” I butted in.

They both gave me a dirty look and then my dad stated to walk over to me. When he is walking angry it can be very scary, I mean he is a tall, and very very strong man, who just by looking at him he was in the army, but nobody could tell that he would not even kill a fly that was in our house. “Do you even know what we are talking about?” He finally said.

“No…but from what I heard, I think it is about moving and that you guys think that I would not want to move. I want to move I want to get away from this living hell that I have to deal with and see everyday that I walk out of this house.” I say, not knowing that what I was saying to them was going to change everything that I stood for.

They then sent me up to my room, I still tried to listen but then they went outside in the back all the way across the house from where my window is. I didn’t just want to hear about what they were talking about…I needed to know.

I had some ideas of what they might be talking about. If it wasn’t about moving but I was still leaving my friends, maybe they wanted to send me away to go on a vacation to visit one of my family members that lived in the south. I was really hoping that they were talking about moving; I mean I have been living in this same house all of my life and it was time to move.

I thought that it was unfair that they were talking about my future and me and that they were not going to let me be there for when they are talking it out. If it wasn’t something to big then they would have let me be in the conversation so maybe it has to do with something that could change my life, I hope it wasn’t one huge thing that if I picked the wrong one I would be screwed up for the rest of my life.

I ended up getting so tried of trying to listen in on what they were talking about that I went inside and passed out and didn’t wake up until my dad was knocking on the door and saying that someone was here to see me. When he let the person in, it was someone that I was so shocked that they even remembered when my birthday was. It was Mona, or aka the last person I ever wanted to see, EVER! She walks in and as soon as my dad shuts the door I scream at her.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!?!”

“Am I not aloud to see my best friend on her birthday?” She says acting like she did nothing wrong.

“No, seeing that you lost me when I found you with my boyfriend after I told you how much I loved him.”

“I listened to you and I was just going over there to ask him what he was getting you for your birthday when he kissed me, I didn’t do it first, trust me.”

         “You lost my trust when I found you in my boyfriends bed. What next you going to tell me that he pulled a gun on you and told you that if you didn’t get in bed with him he would shoot you? Yeah right. Just get out! I don’t ever want to see you again!”

She left and that really was the time that I saw her or that anyone had seen her. Later that night my parents got a call from her parents and they said that on her way home from my house, her car got hit and she died on impact. When my parents told me, I didn’t even shed a tear, which my parents had no idea why and I wasn’t going to tell. Once they left my room I went out onto my roof, and balled my eyes out. I was the last one to talk to her and I yelled at her, maybe if I didn’t yell at her she would not of been driving so fast and would of at least just gotten a little bit hurt.

A couple of days pasted before I came out of my room and went downstairs but when I did my parents were waiting for me at the table with their coffee in their hands. I knew then that they were going to tell me the thing that they were talking about on my birthday. “Hey.” I say trying to see if they would just get right down to talking or if they were going to work they’re way up to it. They looked upset and I was thinking that I was going to find out what they were talking about a couple of days ago.

“Honey, why don’t you sit down. Me and your father have something to talk to you about.” My mom said.

“OK.” I walk over and sit on the opposite side that they are on.

“Is there anything you want to talk about?”

“About what?”

“I don’t know maybe about what happened a couple of days ago.”

“There’s nothing to talk about. She’s dead and it probably was my entire fault. Talking isn’t going to fix anything.”

         “What do you mean? It was not your fault. A car ran a red light and she was just unlucky and was right there. You could not of changed what happened.”

“Yes, I could of. If I didn’t yell at her and she had just stayed a little bit longer she would not of been in that spot when it happened and another car would have been hit.”

“It’s not you fault.”

“I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT ANYMORE!!!!”

“Ok, do you want to talk about something, anything?”

“Yes, I want to know what you were talking about on my birthday when you had to go outside to talk about and it was about me. Don’t try to avoid it. I want to know, and I want to know now.”

They both look at each other with a scared look on their face. I knew it was something very big because of how they were looking at each other and how they were talking about it. I had no idea that what they were about to say was going to kill me in the end. I had not been prepaid for what came next.

“Are you sure you want to know right now? We could talk about in a little bit when everything settles down.” My father said. When he didn’t even want to talk about something, it meant it was bad. Did someone else die? Is he leaving forever? What was going on?!

“Yes, I’m sure. It can’t be to bad.” Wish I hadn’t said that.

“OK. You want to tell her honey?” Not even my mother wanted to tell me. What was so bad that they were afraid to tell me?