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15. And Barbie Ruins Everything

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 Chapter 15- And Barbie Ruins Everything

You know that feeling when your life finally felt normal - even a tiny bit - and then all of a suddenly something has to rain on your parade? It could be anything; an abrupt break up, your parents fighting, your girlfriend suddenly knocked up, your grandad's death. Anything. You find yourself drenched in a sea of your tears, unable to think straight. Your world was perfect. You didn't expect this tragedy. And in that unsuspecting moment, it hits you. Hard.

That's what my parents' divorce did to me. Hit me right in the place where it hurts the most; right in my heart. Sure, I recovered, but it wasn't easy. It took tons of chicken popcorn, Hershey's Kisses and a whole season of Gossip Girl. If Caityn had not been by my side throughout the divorce, I would have been a complete wreck.

A complete wreck.

Exactly what I felt like at the moment.

I couldn't believe the piece of paper in my hand was real. After everything that happened, he decided to send me this? A stupid letter? Why did he have to bring back all those ugly memories right when I had forgotten them?

Scrunching up the letter in my shaky palms, I dashed up to my room. I jumped onto my un-made bed, removing the letter from the envelope.

Kaylee,

I'm sorry for quitting on you like that. I really don't deserve that 'Best Dad in the World' mug you had gifted me last Christmas. It's just that.. a lot had -has- been going on. Adult things you shouldn't be dealing with at this age. I just wanted to tell you that everything is not what it seems like.

A tear fell on the creased white paper.

You have no idea about how much I miss your mother and you. It gets worse everyday.

No, he didn't miss us. He only cared about his own damn self! If he did love us he wouldn't have left us for that big-boobed twenty-five-year-old bitch.

I'm writing to you because you'd understand better; Annalese has too much on her plate right now. That's why I need to talk to you.

 I shut my eyes as tight as I could. I didn't want to read this. I didn't have to.

Like I said, you shouldn't be thrown into this mess but, I need to explain a lot of things. You're a smart girl; I know you will understand. Please, give me a chance at least. We need to talk. Please, Kaylee.

I tore the paper. Again and again and again until it was nothing but a million bits of paper. He said I shouldn't be dealing with this anyway. So I won't.

I felt tears roll down my pale cheeks and I let them. It was relieving, as if all my pain left me in those salty water droplets.

I sat up on my bed, staring at the cardboard boxes that were left to be unpacked. I knew I should have unpacked them, but I couldn't find it in myself to. They contained too many memories. Memories of people whom I loved and left; photos of Caitlyn, Calvin, Tiffany and me over the years; all the friendship bracelets I hoarded; love letters from my first crush/boyfriend; an old family portrait; and some Batman and Hello Kitty merchandise.

Before I knew it, I was sobbing. Not the quiet kind where you can barely hear a thing. With my head buried in my soft pillows, I squealed and almost screamed, letting out all my frustration. This was good. Crying. Screaming. It felt nice.

Why did this have to happen to me?

Why couldn't I have a normal life for once?

Why did he have to ruin everything I had worked so hard to achieve?