Nobody Said it was Easy // Taylor Caniff and Cameron Dallas

Yin and Yang

I'm in the mood to write a lot tonight because I'm waiting for my fav fanfic to post. This will be an interesting chapter.
XOXO
-Layla
Quinns POV
When I pulled in to the driveway of our big, white and blue mansion, I checked the time. This was a habit. I felt like, to be responsible, I should be home by 10:30. It was currently 10:15. I grabbed my bags, and walked through to the large front door using my key.
I paused in the doorway to take of my shoes and listened. It sounded like my dad was home. He was watching the news in the great room. I was in such a good mood, that I waltzed right in. Once I saw her dad, I deflated. The optimism just drained out of me. I dropped my bags and ran to my dad.
He sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. His shoulders were hunched over and his black hair was a mess. There was a half empty bottle of rum on the coffee table. His tie was undone around his neck, and his dress shirt was untucked. My dad was always presentable.
This was very bad. My voice was thick with fear, "Daddy? Daddy, are you okay? What happened? Daddy, look at me."
He just whimpered shook his head.
I pulled up his head. My heart was filled with worry. He looked like hell. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked like he had been crying. "Daddy... oh, Daddy..." My voice broke on the last word. He let out a sob.
I couldn't take this any longer. I was so scared. I wanted to help him so, so bad. "Do you want me to call mom?" I asked softly.
He finally spoke, and he sounded worse then he looked. In a raspy voice he said, "No... you mother-she-she... shes gone..."
I fell to my knees and cried. I cried until I had no tears left to shed. Now I had a matching, raspy voice, "Why? How?"
My father looked tired and lonely, "She-all those times... All those nights... She was never working late... Your mother had an affair," I let out a long sob. He waited patiently. He continued sadly, "Her boss. I went out for a friends bachelor party... we went to a club... when I walked in, I spotted your mother kissing him. She saw me and ran after me, begging me to let her explain... She told me everything. I told her to collect her things and leave. That it was unforgivable."
I let that absorb. Why did it have to be me? My poor father... At least his boss was there and gave him the rest of the week off... He announced he was going to sleep and stumbled toward his bedroom.
For the next hour, I sat on the cream colored carpet in the great room and cried. After that, my empty body moved limply up the stairs.
I took a long, warm shower, but it did nothing the fix the gaping, frozen part of me. My body may be warm, but my heart was still ice cold.
I didn't even bother drying my hair. I just walked to my room, wrapped tightly in a towel. I pulled on some shorts and a Harvard shirt my dad got for me. I fell into my big, queen sized bed. At first I felt nothing, but then the numbness wore off. That night was the only night I ever fell asleep crying. That was the only night I felt like I was in a dark pit of nothingness, unseen to the world.