After College (Vixie & Chris Powell)

/20/ What If?

Vixie's P.O.V.

I went back to the apartment after a long day of recording at the studio. I saw Dylan in his room, pacing back and forth.

"Woah, you okay?" I asked, worried.

"Huh? Oh, sis, you're back." Dylan said, giving me a quick hug.

"Yeah, we recorded some songs... Anyways, what are you thinking about?" I asked.

Dylan's P.O.V.

Should I tell her? Now? I know I should, but does it have to be tonight? What if she will have nightmares if I tell her? What if she cries in her sleep? Dang it, I'm gonna tell her.

"Uhhh..... let's sit in the couch and I'll tell you everything." I explained and she nodded.

We got out of my room and went to the living room to sit on the couch. Once we were seated, I took a deep breath before telling her what happened.

"I saw Mom," I said, blankly.

You idiot! That's where you'll really start the story?! I hate you. I want to mentally slap myself right now.

"Uh, w-what?" she asked, not wanting it to be true.

"I s-saw Mom," I repeated.

Just explain it already! You're gonna make her cry!

"Chris called me earlier, saying that Mom was asking him to lead her to you. Of course, Chris called me for approval, but I said no, I'll come there myself. So I did, when I got there, Mom was begging me to come home with you. But I disapproved, I told her how hurt you are all those years. So she stopped begging and then I went home." I explained very quickly.

"Oh," was all she could say.

"Oh good? Or oh bad?" I asked.

"Oh shocked." she answered.

I sighed as I put an arm around her shoulder and hugged her.

"I just don't want us to be hurt again," I said.

"I know. Don't worry, me too." she replied.

"So.....about the 'Chris thing'?" I asked, wiggling my eyebrows.

"What about it?" she asked.

"Do you still have feelings for him??" I asked, curious.

"I don't know....." she trailed off.

"Sis, you do know that when you say 'I don't know' it means you're saying yes, right?" I asked, coming out more of a statement.

"Hey, that's not true!" she defended.

I sat up and walked towards my room and stopped when I reached my door to say something to Vixie.

"Mhmm, keep telling yourself that. Goodnight, Ella!" I replied and entered my room.

Vixie's P.O.V.

Mom....... she talked with Dylan. What if, she followed Dylan here? Then she might find me. What if, Mom didn't change? What if, she's still the same monster we grew up with? What if she physically abuse me again? What if, she doesn't stop until me and Dylan come back home? What if, she tries everything just to get us back?

It's just.......... I'm really mad at her. Dad always supported me and said that he was proud of me. And Mom? Never. She called me a loser. A stupid daughter. A dissapointment. A stupid girl. A useless daughter. Everything.

I've tried to commit suicide many times, and I'm not proud of doing it. I promised myself that I would never do it again. Half of the reasons I tried to commit suicide were because of Mom. She would abuse me at home while Dad is at work, because Mom was drunk. As a kid, I tried to understand that Mom was stressed at her own job that's why she was drinking. But..... I thought wrong. She started drinking, because she didn't love her own family like she was supposed to. Because of this, she cheated on Dad with a man that she met at the bar. I hated her so much more when I knew this. I would and could never forgive her, no matter how hard she tries. She was one of the people in my life who broke me. Her being my Mom made it even worse.

I know this is a very mean thing to say but...... I wish Dad was alive instead of her. Yeah, I hate myself for thinking this but, at least I'm honest.