The Things That Hurt The Most

Chapter 11; Always Been Here

I walked out the backdoor and walked around the house in the darkness. I know that my moms room has a bathroom and there must be a window. Why hadn't I thought of this before?

I reached the room and stood by the window, the window was probably closed. I pulled on it but it was closed, this wasn't going to work but I wasn't giving up now, not yet at least. The window was high enough for me to be able to jump into it. I thought about it and went back into the house, I walked straight to my moms room and tried the door, it was locked. Not a surprise.

There was no way into the house and I didn't know how to pick a lock and I didn't know anyone who knew. Maybe she hid a key somewhere else.

I walked back into the kitchen where I had seen she left her designer bag at. It was lying on the table. I picked it up and looked inside, there was money, lipstick, makeup, a few hair accessories, a red notebook, a pen, a few pieces of paper, and finally I found 4 different keys. I grabbed them all and left the bag back in the table.

One of the keys must belong to the door. I put in the first key but it didn't work, I tried the second and it also didn't work, the third was the same. I put the last key in and turned the doorknob, it opened. This was so easy, why hadn't I done this years ago?

I grew nervous as I pushed the door open, it was all completely dark. I ran my fingers against the cold wall and finally found the light switch, I turned on the lights and looked around.

I didn't know what to expect, maybe a lot of jewelry? A messy room? But this was so different from that. The room was neat, completely organized with no dust to be seen. The bed was made and across from the bed was a huge flat screen tv on the wall. Under the tv was a glass table with a few magazines and some papers along with a white candle in the middle. On the left side of the bed was a nightstand, with a book and a yellow highlighter along with a small paper that said 'SEPT. 26'.

What caught my attention was the wooden table in the corner of the room next to a door which was probably the closet or bathroom. On top of the table was a glass jar with the name AIDEN in blue around the jar, next to the jar was a paper- a birth certificate. With the date of the accident, the day mom had to go to hospital where they tried to save him but it was too late. In the jar was something that looked like dirt, it was his ashes. My vision got blurry and I broke down crying, I wiped away my tears but they kept coming like a waterfall. This whole time he was here. We were living in the same place. He was here.

Next to the jar was the two boxes of the pregnancy test, both of which were empty. Could it be possible that she is pregnant?

I walked over to the first door but it was locked, I grabbed the keys and put one in the doorknob, it opened. This was the closet, it was a walk in closet. It was filled with different dresses from stripper looking to formal along with a few jeans and shirts.

I walked out of the closet and made sure to lock the door once again and walked to the next door, I unlocked it and walked in. This was the bathroom. It had a bath tub in the corner and the toilet was next to the sink, there was nothing else other than the mirror and the pregnancy tests. I immediately walked over to them once I saw them.

The first test was negative, so was the second one. I sighed out of relief and closed my eyes for a second. How would my mom react with a kid, she was a workaholic and that was probably not a good combination. I looked at the other two pregnancy test, they were both positive. What the hell did this mean? Was she pregnant or not?

How could it be possible that two of the test said that she was but the other two said that she wasn't? There was a 50% chance that she was, right? And if she was, who was the father? What if she didn't spend her time at work but instead was a... slut? What if she had been trying to get pregnant all this time?

A lot of 'what if''s came to my mind, what was my mom doing tonight? What if she had a relationship right now? Where did she spend the nights that she didn't come home? I closed the door and locked it.

This wasn't what I expected to be in her room. Anything but that. This whole time Aiden had been here, and my mom was probably pregnant. I closed the door to her room and put the keys back in her purse. That was just too much for me to think about. Nothing in her room was packed and we were leaving next week.

I walked to my room and closed the door, I just needed to think. Why hadn't I ever done that before? I could've found out years ago that Aiden was in that room! The room was just two doors away from mine! I scratched at my wrist, a horrible habit that was left from the self harming, until they turned red.

I wanted to know what was happening, what was going on around me. I just couldn't be left in the dark anymore, I needed answers and I was sure as hell getting them.

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A/N: Sorry for the short chapter this week, I will try to make it longer next week. I was busy doing other things along with watching tv which is why I accomplished nothing today... or yesterday since it's 12:12 am... anyways vote? comment? Thanks! ^.^ (ps. Sorry for the short chapter)