Broken Beyond Repair

Chapter Twenty Eight

There's darkness swarming all around me just like how I remember. I guess it never left me after all. Seeing my mother brings up all the unbearable memories. I try to think of the great memories I shared with my mother but there aren't many. They are buried under all the baggage, and there is a lot of it.

"Joyce!" My mother calls and I can't utter a word. I am speechless and not in a good way. I want to yell in her face, scream at her for all the hell she caused, then run. Run as far as my feet would manage.

"You finally gained a few pounds?" She says and I bit down hard on my lip and take in her words.

"Yeah well it has been four years," I say back, but controlling my tone.

"Not my choice."

Basically it was since you and dad kicked me out without further input. You never cared in trying to contact me until four years later.

The hatred I felt for my mother is beginning to bubble back up to the surface. I watch as she re-enters the house. She didn't even acknowledge Harry.

I look over at him apologetically.

"Come here," he coaxes opening his arms. What did I ever do to deserve this boy?

I reach his warm body and snuggle into him for a few moments before my mom interrupts us.

"Are you guys coming in or not?" She yells even though we can perfectly hear her if she was speaking normally.

I suppress a sigh and dig my nails into my palms to release some anger. Harry takes my hand and we walk together, I can tell he's a bit worried and nervous to meet my dysfunctional parents.

We step foot into the house of horrors and are instantly greeted by a rambunctious tiny dog. It barks viciously at my feet, it's high pitch growl makes me want to kick it across the room, of course I would never do that though.

"Who's this?" I swallow the memory of Fudge down.

Mother smiles down at the curly mess and says, "oh him? That's coco." She beams and I want to slit my throat.

Fudges replacement of course.

I tighten my grip on Harry's hand and take a breath. "Mother this is Harry, my boyfriend." I change the subject altogether, I don't want to think about Fudge and his replacement at the moment.

Mother stops what she's doing, almost shocked. What did she honestly think I'd bring a friend here? No she thought that I'd never have a boyfriend because I'm too messed up.

I'm waiting for her to say something but she doesn't, she just furrows her eyebrows. Luckily, Harry steps in. "Nice to meet you Mrs. Devine," he says. Turns out, I never told Harry my moms name.

"Heidi, call me Heidi," she corrects.

This is getting worse by the second, the thick tense air is making me uncomfortable and I can tell Harry isn't any better. His sweaty hand is gripping mine tightly.

"Where's dad?" I ask, I haven't heard from him at all. Not once. Not that I want to see him, because I don't. He's the one who told me to get out in the first place, probably because my mom was too much of a coward to do it.

Mother's face falls slightly. "He's not here," she says walking into the kitchen. Well no shit.

"Can I get you anything Harry?" She asks but Harry politely declines. She's trying to change the subject, but she's not getting out of it that easily.

"Where is he?" I ask determined to make her uneasy, let her perfect facade fall so I can catch her act.

"Joyce you just can't let it go can you?" She loses it, something snapped.