Today Dad came back home. He wore clean clothes and his brown eyes shone like it always used to and it almost made me think for a second that everything was finally going to be okay. I thought otherwise.
It was early in the morning when I heard some noises and what sounded like a plate breaking. I immediately rushed downstairs to see my mother staring at my father. He was fussing over the broken plate but my mother shooed him away and wouldn't let him touch the jagged pieces. I didn't know what to do when I saw him so suddenly. I slowly walked across the kitchen to where my parents stood. Dad looked at me with a quiet sadness. Mom looked like she was crying and I was so confused and scared.
A few papers lay on the kitchen table. It was what I had dreaded. They were fucking divorce papers. I picked it up and I could hear Dad saying something but I paid no mind as I tore the paper up. Mom continued cleaning and Dad didn't say a word. He did try to stop me when I walked out the house but I didn't stop. Did he think a divorce could solve all our problems? Did he think it would heal us? What the fuck was he thinking?!
It was cold on the street with just my thin undershirt and pajamas but I couldn't give a shit. I walked all the way to the park where I had met Clement earlier. It was freezing and the swings were wet with dew and frost. I sat in the bench and cried. I have been doing that a lot lately. I don't know how but Clement arrived after a few minutes with my jacket and coaxed me into wearing it. He hugged me while I cried. I love him.
I'm at his house at the moment. He has a little sister that I didn't know of and a single mother. Life must have been tough without a father. At least I had a father no matter how dead beat he was. But it doesn't matter now because he's leaving anyway. I feel bad for leaving mom alone with that person but I just don't want to go back right now. Just need a little time off. I hope my mom will understand.
•Vic out•
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Historia Cortatranclucère [ latin ] | trans-lu-cre | » to shine through » // translucent // not completely clear or transparent but clear enough for light to pass through *happens when incandescent badboy meets hapless poet* poetry/not poetry which has turned in...
