Innocence

Unforgettable

April 9th, 2017. 9:47pm.

Dad came into my room to tell me mom has been gone for hours, I was in my room painting ever since I last talked to her and him when she found out about what...aunt Jade did...

"What do you mean? I didn't even know she left." I replied to him, paintbrush still pressed against the canvas.

He looked incredibly nervous, his face was covered and hair nearly entirely wet from sweat. His eyes were the widest I've ever seen on him.

"Her car is still here, her shoes are still here. She never told me that she was leaving somewhere, I assumed she was in the living room this entire time." he says panting.

"Dad, are you okay? You're freaking me the hell out..."

"Get your shoes on, we're going to go look for her." he quickly says before rushing back upstairs.

"Dad!..... Fuck."

I shoot up from my chair, and my knee bumps my canvas and stand upwards, knocking the canvas off and spilling water colour paint on the floor.
"Fucking shit." I utter to myself.

"NOW!" he shouts from the kitchen before I can clean up the mess. I grab my phone off its charger and put it in my pocket and run up stairs.
My dad didn't expect me that quickly up the stairs and I catch him trying to stuff a bottle of pills into the kitchen drawer.
"Dad, what the fuck.." I exclaimed.

"God damnit, get in the car!" he shouts at me. I couldn't look away from him while moving towards the back door, opening it with my hand reaching backwards. He notices my fear and apologises,"I'm sorry, just go, get in it now, I'll be right there!"

I shut the screen door, and the night sky blocked him from seeing me from inside. As I continue to look at him, he makes sure I'm not there and pulls open the drawer and opens the pill bottle, popping two of those pills before putting it behind the cereal boxes on top the fridge. I look away, obviously shaken up from what's going on.
I felt as if my stomach has sunk, my arms and hands shaking, and starting to sweat as well, even with the cold breeze of the night.

My dad swings the door open, "Why aren't you in the car yet? Let's go!" and we both run to the car in the garage.
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9:59pm

"Where are we going?" I ask, dad completely oblivious to me asking that.

"I have absolutely NO fucking idea what your mother has in her head, but we have to find her before she does it." dad yells.

"Your driving too aggressively dad, slow down. I'm as nervous as you are but we need to stay calm, please..."

"God damnit.." he mumbles to himself, and punches the steering wheel, letting out a honk.

It was a long silence before I blurted out, "What were those pills in the drawer?"

"Fuck sakes." he says.

"Your mom started getting angry once you went back to your room earlier, she told me she needed to calm down after ranting about 'her' to me, so she pulled out that bottle, took four, and put it back. Half hour later she said she needed to calm more, popped four more. Ten minutes after that, she popped two. I told her she was getting out of hand and was not the way to deal with all the anger. That made her stop, and she said 'Fine. I'm just going to go make some tea.' and left the room, it wasn't until two hours later, a couple minutes before I came to you in your room, that I realized she never came back up."

"You never decided to check to see what was taking her so long, not even after one hour?! She was on pills, angry, and you left her on her own?" I yell.