Yours Faithfully

Chapter 2: Death Isn't That Easy

 CHAPTER 2

 

"Vilya?" I heard the calming voice of my mother and soft rubbing on my cheeks. I opened my eyes steadily and her face covered most of my view.

"Mummy?" As my vision became clearer, I noticed her red eyes.

"I'm so sorry, my baby." I kept silent and sat up.

"Where's Teresia?"

"She left." A bitter reply. I understood why. I was fuming with anger over what she had done. Teresia ruined the whole family. Mom and Dad were going to get a divorce and I would have to be forced to choose a parent. I loved both my parents equally! How was I going to cope?

I hate you, Teresia.

Why should I care? She kept secrets from us. Deadly ones. I thought we were closer than ever but she betrayed my trust and the trust of the whole family.

Daddy... Everything was beginning to process in my head now. My father was cheating on my mother with another woman. No, not woman, but women. And he had a nine year old son living in England? That meant... I had a baby brother which I knew nothing about.

"I'm... going to my..." My mother stood up and ran out of the room. The door slammed upstairs and I could hear the choked cries. My life was ruined...

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My father came home later that night, looking cheery. Too bad everyone else in the house wasn't.

"Hello, Vilya! How are you?"

"Fine." I forced myself to say. He didn't notice anything. I changed the channel to MTV Base and put the music up as I knew hell was going to break loose in a few minutes.

Just as I predicted, my mother's fierce voice was shouting above me. I covered my ears and hummed to the song playing. Glasses breaking, objects thrown, voices raised... everything was making me nervous but I forced myself not to listen. Fainting earlier in the day was bad enough.

A few seconds later, everything stopped. What was happening? I gazed at the stairs anxiously. My dad stormed across the hall with a suitcase over packed with clothes..

Before he opened the door, he looked at me and dropped the suitcase.

He bent down in front of me and I looked at him without pity.

"Vilya, Daddy is leaving, okay?" He announced as if he was talking to a six year old. "Your mother and I disagreed on something and..."

"I know about your affair." I interrupted with fury in my eyes. My dad looked shocked.

"You know?" I nodded. His face was incredibly hurt. Dad and I weren't always the closest of pals but I knew that look in his eyes when something caused him anguish.

"I can't believe you didn't tell us, Dad." I said. "I hate you." I added to make him burn deep inside.

"Vilya, I can..."

"Just - keep quiet and go away." I went upstairs, avoiding the broken pieces of glass on the floor and locked the door to my room.

 

This shouldn't be happening. I'm just a teenager. Who can I blame? Who is responsible for causing me so much pain? I want to be rebellious and hate everyone around me but I can't. I can't form that ball of revenge and throw it at the person who did this. I'm not that kind of person.

I dressed myself sexily and skimpily in the worst form of dress I could find and went out to find a party. Getting drunk and breaking my virginity might as well take away my problems.