Fascination - JB

friendly neighbor

November 6th, 2016

Seeing as my father drove away, I felt my world crumble to pieces. Not only have I caught what he witnessed as well, he left without saying goodbye. Just a subtle look in the eye, a drained emotion, a gray like emotion radiates off his rushing figure.

My mother was having an affair. With my father's co worker. After all their stories of being two silly kids in love, 40 years strong, burned down to a crisp. As if it was nothing the second my dad took a heavy breath, a broken release.

I look back to the front door, my mother had hot tears streaming down her cheeks, mascara dripping with the tears. Why is she crying? She committed the crime, how could she? At this moment, I don't see my mother at all, I see a cheater. A deceiver. A liar.

A common whore.

Her voice choked up in her sons, "Honey, come back inside-" I couldn't stand the sound of her voice.

"No. I dont want to be anywhere near you. You ruined the trust, the bond between You and dad. You ruined this family!" Hot tears spilled down my heated cheeks, my lip quivering. My stomach felt hollow as my heart clenches in sadness.

"Sweetheart, please-"

"Don't, just don't." I walked away ignoring her yelling for me. I needed to leave. To think.

Three months later

A timid knock on my bed room door, mom opened it slowly with a sad smile, "So, the divorce papers are finalized. Your father and I are. . . It's over."

"And you're telling me this why?" I snapped. She's been walking a eggshells around me, as if i'd explode like a ticking bomb.

"Just thought I'd let you know."

I scoffed, "so, what about the custody?" I asked. Knowing I don't have a choice.

"It's, um, split custody. You weren't in danger or anything, um, your dad has you the next two weeks."

Great. I'm going to be hopping couches until I'm eighteen. "Awesome." I muttered.

She was about ready to speak again until she closed her mouth knowing I didn't want to hear anymore unless it was necessary. I admit, I kind of am being an asshole to her. I can see in her eyes that I'm hurting her.

Apart of me wants her to feel as hurt as I feel and another... to feel more sympathetic, I never gave her the time to explain herself. Feeling the sense of guilt, my mouth moved before my brain could stop me. "Mom,"

She looked at me and I smiled, "thanks." I murmured. Her expression was confused, "for what?" "Telling me." I guessed. I don't know ehat i was thanking her for.

The following week...

"Hey kiddo. Your room is being renovated but um, there's a bathroom, empty closet and a bed in there." Dad informed. I nodded taking myself up to the room. This was dad's get away condo. Whenever he and mom got into a heated fight, he had this place. Only for emergencies. He had only been here once. To me, I've always thought he was cheating and having an affair with some other woman, but no. This place is none dry. Not much furniture, barely food in the kitchen cabinets.