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- theme song for this chapter: haunted by taylor swift-
It wasn't their words that made me worried. It was the sympathetic looks on their face. "Cody!" My mom yelled for my brother to come down. Cody came running down the stairs. "Mom and Dad? Home early? What's going on?" He asked. We sat down on the other couch across from our parents.
"There's no easy way to say this..." my dad sighed looking down and then at my mother. "We're getting a divorce." My mom finished his sentence for them. She ripped the band aid right off. I wish she hadn't though.
"That's crazy!" I laughed. "Good one guys." I said. Cody looked at me raising an eyebrow. "No, it's not a joke. It's serious. We'd never joke about this." My dad said. "But... but you guys love each other." I whispered weakly. "You didn't realize it, Brooke." Cody said frowning. "You didn't see or hear any of their fights? They used to kiss and compliment each other every morning and they stopped months ago. And you didn't realize that?" Cody said. "I-I did but I thought..." I took a deep breath. "I can't do this." I said and stood up running to my room.
"Sweetheart!" My mom called. I kept running until I got to my room and locked the door and sat down on my bed. Why was this day becoming so horrible so quickly?
I pulled my phone out texting the one person I thought would actually care.
Bold = Other and Italic = Brooke
Jeff? I know you're mad at me but please call me.
5 minutes later
my parents just announced that they're getting a divorce and I have no one to talk to. Read at 4 pm.
i thought you cared about me. i know you'll never forgive me but for gods sake I need someone!
Read at 4:08 pm
you wanted me to stop caring. you got what you wanted.
I sat my phone down and screamed. I laid down in bed. I lied. I needed him to care. I wanted him to care.
I laid there as I stared at my phone hoping he would text again and apologize. Even though I deserved all of this. I wanted him to come back and annoy me. I wanted him to flirt with me. No, I was not in love with him. I just needed his friendship. He was one of the realist friends I ever had, other than clay. Now, he was gone.
