Fractured

Chapter 9

"Where is your dad?" Conner asks me out of the blue.

What? I really can't answer this now. Or ever really.

Conner still scares me weather I want to admit it or not. He scares me because I don't know what he wants from me. I don't have a Dad to kick my exs ass when they screw up. He wasn't there to comfort me after what Noah did. He won't be there to protect me if I decide I want a relationship with Conner. And what scares me the most is that my Dad isn't here to protect me from the bad guys.

And I don't know if Conner is a bad guy or not. And that is the scariest thing ever.

And if Noah ever comes back no one will be here to protect me.

Water starts pooling from my eyes and running down my cheeks.

"Look I don't want to talk about it right now." I decide not to add the ever part.

I unlock the door so I can get out and hopefully never see Conner again.

It's not like I didn't enjoy my time with him, because I did. It's just that once he realizes how broken I actually am he's going to leave and break my heart.

I look back at Conner. But he's looking staging ahead ignoring me.

Just like Noah.

Except Noah took advantage of me in possibly the lowest moment of my life. And I'm not ready for that to happen with Conner.

He unlocks the doors once he sees that I've given up. I get out and run to my house. He doesn't bother following me. I was hoping he wouldn't anyways.

There's a car parked down the street, but I brush it off. Probably just the neighbors car.

I unlock the front door and I'm greeted with pure darkness. I almost forgot how late it is. Nearly ten at night.

I turn on our lamp by the couch and it aluminates the huge area. And lights up the stars so I can see my way to my room.

I hear soft sniffles when I reach my room, I slowly open the door and I'm relived to see my mother.

Until I take in her state.

She's crying.

She looks up when she hears me approach her.

"Never do that again." She says and gets up to wrap her arms around me.

"Please." She whimpers into my shoulder.

"Do what?" I'm confused by my mother crying and what she's talking about.

"Leave me, I was worried sick about you. I thought... I.."

She doesn't have to say what she was going to say for me to understand what she's talking about.

She she thought I left her too.

Like Andrew. And Dad.

"Mom." I'm crying now to. For the second time today.

She's actually acting like a mother instead of a teacher.

"I'm not going to leave you."

She's full on sobbing now.

"Alexis, I have something I want to show you." She says and pulls away from me.

We both wipe our eyes and she gestures for my to follow her, so I do.

I'm alittle skeptical about still following her when she reaches for our attic door.

She always told me nothing was up there.