A Spark of Love

Explanation

I don't even know how to respond to that. My brain is flooded with questions. My parents always seemed happy enough in their marriage, as far as I could tell. I couldn't even begin to figure what could have happened. I force myself to not say anything and to just wait for him to continue.

"When I dropped you off at Kevin's. I came home and she was packing."

I'm in shock. This isn't something I would have ever predicted. I'd always imagined that my parents would be happy forever. That they would be that old couple walking down the sidewalk, still holding hands, and that they would be married until the day they died.

"She said she'd send me the divorce papers and that she was never coming back."

I nervously chew on my fingernails.

"How could she do this to us. To you and me after everything you did to make her. Dad, you have to get her back."

He shakes his head. I've never seen him give up on anything before.

"She's gone, Bella."

I don't know whether to try and comfort him for not even trying to get her back.

"She...she looked me right in the eyes and said 'I met my soul mate.' and that was it. She didn't seem sorry for what she was doing to our family."

I didn't want to believe it. She had never been dismissive and now she was just leaving like that, without even saying goodbye me, on the day of my high school graduation.

"Where is she? Who did she run off with? We need to go over there and bring her home!"

His eyes widen at my words. I'm sure I look crazy right now and I really don't care. She can't do this to us. I won't let her, even if Dad has given up, I will fight for our family. We belong together.

"I'm glad you feel so passionate about it, but we can't just go over there

"Why not?"

I head for the front door. "I don't know who he is, she wouldn't tell me, but I know he was a part of the film crew. She let that much slip."

I lean against the door. They had all left. I feel anger coursing through my veins. She had left us for some Hollywood celebrity and was probably sitting by a pool right now drink martinis. I pick up a vase from the table that was given to Mom by her grandma and throw it to the floor. Dad looks up but doesn't say a word.

I run up the stairs to my room, slam my door closed and sit down on the end of my bed. I drop my head down on my pillow as the tears start to flow. A few minutes later there is a soft knock at my door, but I don't get up. 

"Honey?"

Dad's voice is muffled, coming through the door.

"If you want to talk, I'm here for you."

I don't respond. I feel bad. He's hurt by her, probably more than I am, and here I am making this all about me and how upset I am with her. 

What a shitty week.

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