Around noon I went home to finish getting ready. Honestly, I haven't even started packing yet. School lets out in three hours, that should be enough time right?
When I got home I could hear my parents arguing in their bedroom, which is nothing new. Although the topic is. Usually they argue about how the other is never home or how dad is always drunk. Today they're arguing about something new. Today they're arguing about me...
Their room across the hall from mine so I can hear them clearly.
"I'm scared for her, Will. She hasn't gone to see Dallas's mother in like three weeks. She's never gone a day without going to see Becca. I don't think she should go on that trip." I-is my mom crying?
"There's no point, Sara! Leave the girl alone. She hasn't gone to see her dead best friend's mother? Oh well! Maybe she's getting used to her best friend being dead! My brother died when I was a few years younger than she is. It's time she learns that people aren't always going to stick around." Wow, my dad isn't drunk for once. It's a sign of the apocalypse.
"Of for fucks sake, Will! She's seventeen! She's too young to be going through something like this. Dallas was her best friend. Sure, she's got Cameron, Kate, Ali, Darien, and the others, but Dallas was her BEST friend! They had known each other for fourteen years!" Okay... So moms not crying anymore, she sounds fucking pissed.
Dad must be smoking out the wars by now. "I knew my brother for well over fourteen years! My brother died right I front of me! You know what he said right before he jumped? He said, 'Don't let them get to you. Don't let the bad memories infect the happy thoughts.'" My dad is crying... I've never heard or seen him cry.
They yelled more, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. I was crying too hard. There was a loud noise, it sounds like a slap? Dad slapped mom?
Sure enough, mom ran from their bedroom and into the bathroom down the hall. One look at her and you could tell she was crying.
I can't do anything. My legs won't move. No matter how much I try to move, I just stand there and cry.
"Andrea, why are you crying?"
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