Left Unexplained

Chapter 2~

"Bloody hell! Who does he think he is? Just 'cause a girl's head over heels crazy for him, he has to treat her like this? What the hell did I ever do to him to make him play with me like that! God I'm so stupid! What even made me think he was even serious about me?" I kicked a nearby bench, wincing at the impact. 

My rant to myself had started from the moment I stepped out of the restaurant. It didn't seem like I was going to stop anytime soon. As I neared home, I took a few breaths and wiped my tear streaked face. 

Mom would be home and knowing her, she'd be off for a hunt to find the one who did this to me. I wouldn't mind letting her loose to chew him up and spit him out. But for some reason, I didn't want to share my humiliation with anyone, not even my mom.

I opened the front door and let myself in. I heard the clangs of pots and spoons being banged together and knew mom was in there. I sighed and ran a hand through my strawberry blonde locks, loosening the curled hairstyle Hanna did for me. Mom's back was facing towards me. I saw her hand going through her hair and knew she too, was frustrated. No surprises where I picked up that habit.

"Mom...?" I started cautiously. She turned around and just as I had guessed, she had a frown on, dulling her pretty face. She was above average in beauty, even at her age. Her petite form, long legs, pale skin, blonde hair and blue eyes made her my idol.

"Grace," she breathed. She shook her head and started pacing around the kitchen again. After a few more rounds and a couple more hair rakes, she stopped and faced me. Looking at me in the eyes, she started.

"Your dad's coming over."

I took a step back. "Really?" A burst of adrenaline coursed through me.

 I bit my lip, knowing I was failing at containing my excitement. Mom wasn't his biggest fan and something told me getting excited wasn't the best way to comfort her.

"And...." I prompted her to continue. 

"Honey, you know what happens when dad comes over, don't you?"

I lifted an eyebrow and shook my head. 'Though let me guess, we welcome him by throwing a huge party where we chuck pans and rolling pins, trying to scare him out?' I snorted mentally, knowing my mom was more than capable of doing just that.

" 'Course you wouldn't know what happens when he comes. You were only five when he last visited!" I thought back to that time, having an extremely vague memory of sitting down beside him as he read me a story.

'It's been ten years?' I've missed him a lot.

 "I made a vow that I was not going to be in the same room as him. So far, I've kept that vow. When he came back then, I went to live with my parents until he left," mom explained. 

Ahh that made more sense. She's fretting because she has to move for-

"How long?"

"I don't know, I think a couple of weeks maybe? A month? I know he won't be here longer than that," she replied, then added with disgust, "Money is too damn important to him. He knows his business will get affected if he stays any longer."

I sighed. I could never understand why mom hated my dad like that. He was so nice to me. Even though he had so much money, he never bragged about it or anything. When he came over ten years ago, he brought me all these toys. He really tried to make me happy. His phone over the phone showed so much love, concern and kindness. I bet he and mom could still be together, if only she gave him a chance.

"When's he coming?" I asked.

"Tomorrow." My eyes widened. What a late notice.

'That means she's leaving tonight.'