If you can't see it; then it probably isn't real.
Chapter 29
I hadn't know the procedure, but now that Patrick Anders -my attacker- was in recovery; I was expected to make a court appearance.
Anders, was allegedly a wanted serial killer. He was said to have murdered nine women through strangulation. He strangled his victims and then bound their hands with the cord he'd used to kill them. It all sounded like the plot of an investigation drama.
I really didn't want to do these legal things, and if there was a way not to do it, then I wouldn't do it.
Apparently, back at school, campus security had been hired to check students for weapons. This obviously meant that I wasn't going to be able to carry 'contraband' to school anymore.
It would also be interesting to see how people liked my new face. My biggest problem would probably be having them staring at my face. I really, really hated that.
I was due to report back to school the coming week, but I really didn't feel like it. I had grown accustomed to copying notes at my leisure and waking up at midday. Instead of uni, maybe I could try for a 'work from home job' with google and earn a six-figure total salary at the end of the year.
I was busy doodling on the cover of my Biology notebook when I heard the front door get unlocked and then shut.
I quietly tiptoed out of my room with my dagger in hand (I had to be cautious because nobody was supposed to be at home at this hour). For all I knew, it could've been a burglar with a master key!
When I reached the landing, I was surprised to hear muffled cries and sniffling coming from the kitchen.
"Mom?" I called out walking towards the sounds.
By the time I reached her, she was trying to compose herself.
"Mom, what's wrong?" I asked feeling her pain sink into me since I wasn't used to seeing her looking so lost, sad and just so completely messed up.
"It's you father," she said choking up.
Was he dead? Finally gone from our lives? The thought made my heart beat faster at the possibility.
"What happened to him?" I asked moving much closer to her.
She only laughed bitterly before she spoke, "Molly or whatever her name is."
She knew about the affair!
"Are you sure?" I asked although I knew it was true.
"Yes. Your father isn't a saint!" She spat kicking off her shoes as she marched into the sitting-room. "I got a mysterious call at work and the man told me that your father was with someone else. I didn't believe it of course, but it just didn't sound like a joke. So, I went to the address he'd given me and the first thing I saw was your father's truck parked outside this crappy house," she said lying down on the couch in her uniform.
"Was he really there?" I asked as she lifted her bare feet towards me.
"This is real life, not Days of Our Lives, I made sure to be certain he was there indeed. I don't know who between him and I, was surprised most to see the other one there when he opened the door. And then there was Molly skipping over to see who was at the door. It was really horrible," she said fading at the end.
"Maybe it's better this way," I said digging my knuckles into the flat of her foot.
"You want the truth Charlie? It's killing me. I've shared my life with your father for the last twenty one years, and now? I honestly don't know what to do without him. He's been a part of my life every single day for all those years, and he's become a part of me. Do you understand that?"
I definitely didn't understand what she was saying outside theory, but I knew that Frank was the worst part of my mother's life.
"Are you going to forgive him then?" I seriously didn't want her to take him back.
"I don't know, and you're still young; you need your father."
No I didn't! Frank hadn't been much of a father to me, and I wasn't going to need him now that I was on my way to starting my own life.
"No mom, I don't. I'm soon joining uni and it'll just be you and him. If you are going to make a choice, make it for yourself."
"I really wonder where you learnt to be such a mature young lady," she said proudly.
"At school."
"No, I'm sure that isn't in any of the classes. But what I am grateful for, is the fact that you can think for yourself and think right."
From this moment, the waiting game had began. It was no doubt going to be a trying time as my mom decided whether or not to keep the trash.
The immediate up side was obviously going to be Frank not living at the house anymore, and on a scale of one to ten, that was a ten point five!
I was still musing over the turn of events when my phone buzzed. It was Frank.
You f*ckin b*tch!
The message was pretty much straight-forward, but how the f*ck was I involved in this muck up? I didn't have anything to do with it!
I had a really bad feeling about how this was going to end. Frank was not going to take this lying down.
