12 years in Love

Molly

Chapter 3: When I was Twelve my Daddy Left.

It was a late Saturday night. My sister Bailey and I were both laying in our beds when we heard shouting and glass breaking. It was coming from our parents' bedroom.

Bailey came into my room and crawled in bed with me.
She started to cry, but I assured her that they would be their normal selves in the morning.

But boy was I wrong! We woke up to the sound of things banging around. I snuck into my parents bedroom, where I saw my dad shoving everything he owned into suitcase with an angry face. It was so scary that I almost turned around, but I had to find out what was happening.

"Dad?" I said meekly

My dad looked up, and when he saw me his facial expression softened. His arms spread open inviting me in for a hug.

I walked right into it and immediately started to ball my eyes out. "Daddy please don't leave!" I cried into his shirt.

My dad knelt down on the ground so he was at my level and grabbed both of my shoulders so we be face to face. I saw a few tears threatening to spill from his eyes. "Look at me," he sniffed, his voice breaking as he spoke. "Your going to stay here and live with your mother and sister, I'll just be an hour away, so you and Bailey can visit me when ever you want. Just call me and I'll pick you guys up."

"B-b-but dad, you can't... You can't just leave dad!" I shook my furiously.

"I'm sorry baby." My dad whipped the tears off my face and kissed my forehead. "I love you panda bear." He whispered while giving me a long bear hug.

My dad stood up and zipped his suitcase. He started walking out of the door, but stopped and gestured for me to follow him. I did as he said and followed him to the kitchen.

I saw my mom standing by the stove making breakfast. "Hi baby!" She smiled I me. I just blinked.

"I'm making eggs with cheese and bacon. Come help me!"

I felt a warm hand squeeze my shoulder. "Help your mother make breakfast, Panda." My father whispered into my ear, then vanished into the living room.

I walked over to where my mom was standing. She wrapper her arms around me, while we cooked in silence. There wasn't much to say anyway.

After Bailey and I finished eating, it was time to say goodbye to dad.

Bailey cried, but I didn't. I had to stay strong for her. Dad assured us that we'd see him really soon, but something inside me told me nothing would ever be the same again.

After I saw my dad leave I had to see Zach. I ran to his house hoping that he was home. I knocked on the door, praying that he would answer.

The door knob moved, and as soon as I saw his face, I couldn't hold back my tears. I couldn't stay strong. It was just so hard when it hurt so bad!

Zach's face turned to concern once he saw me. "What's wrong?" He asked with worry.

That evening I spent the rest of my time in his room crying and talking. He just listened. It felt so good to just tell him everything. It felt as if a huge wait was lifted from my chest.

Author's Note:

This chapter is dedicated to everyone who lives/has lived in a broken home. It's always sad to see family's torn apart because of parents' divorcing.

Thanks for reading!

Love, C