Dream Upon A Star

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"Well, it's not my fault!" A shout from down stairs and the slam of a door woke me up from my restless sleeping, startling me. "Yes, it is! You're the one who let him have your phone number!" Another voice screamed back, sounding pained. And I knew who those voices belonged to, my parents. I pull off my blankets, slipping on my purple slippers as I quietly tip-toe through the dim hallway. "I was just being friendly!" My mother scoffed, her once bright and cheery eyes dark with bitter as they continued their heavy death stare contest at each other.

"Being 'friendly' isn't winking at someone when your married and it isn't your husband." My father shot back angrily, ripping the tie that was wrapped around his neck, off and tossing it at my mother, which made her flinch. "You're bored of me, aren't you?" He mumbled, kicking off his fancy shoes making me eye their dressing clothing. Had they gone out on a date or something? "I never said that..." She whispered, looking down shamefully.

"But you were thinking it, weren't you?" He scowled, taking off his heavy black jacket. "Things just aren't... Working out, Derrick." My mother then ran a stressed hand through her long wavy air. I cover my mouth, shocked at what I was hearing. I quietly go down the stairs more, trying hard not to be seen as I watch the scene unfold. "Are you asking for a divorce, Cara? I've tried everything in my will to make you happy, we tried to start over tonight with a simple romantic date, but you have to mess it up because you're interested in other men then me... Couldn't you have just tried, for me? For Sarah? I bet you didn't even notice she was on the stairs all of this time," He shook his head, disappointed, when my mother's head snapped over to look at me, a terrified gasp escaping her pink lips.

"I-I... I didn't mean to ease drop... I just... I'm sorry," I look down at my feet, closing my eyes tightly to hold back some painful tears, my chest hurting because my heart ached. "No, don't be sorry, sweetie," my father's soothing voice calmed me down almost instantly as he came to my side, embracing me in a warm hug. "D-Dad, I just, how did you guys even start f-fighting?" I stutter out, rubbing my forehead tiredly. "That is none of your business, young lady." My mother harshly snapped at me, making me jump in surprise and lean back into the safety of darkness the dim stairs provided.

"Cara, don't snap at her like that! She didn't do anything wrong, it's all your fault for giving up on us because your bored!" My father roared, making me wince at the volume of his voice as he left my side to go to my mother's side, his eyes fiery. "My fault? You're all wrong there, buddy. I'm not bored, I'm lonely! All you've ever done is leave me alone and you're never home, never with me because you'd rather spend the night playing poker with your buddies or partying it up at some club. Maybe I just winked at the server to get your attention, to see if you would actually care. But I guess you don't, you treat me like I'm your property and then you ditch me. Who does that? I'm sorry, Derrick, but I'm done with dealing with you. I want to file for divorce. I care about Sarah a lot, that's why I'm doing this. I don't want to put her through the same pain as I went through. I'm not going to let you have her once were divorced. Come on Sarah were going to a hotel for the night." My mother sighed and held out a hand, her expression softening when she looked at me.

"N-no. I'm not going with you." I swallow thickly, backing up to the back door that let you enter the kitchen, my body shaking with every step I took. "Sarah, don't do this." She spoke quietly like she couldn't believe the fact that I didn't want to go with her. My mother's face paled as she took a step toward me. "No." I whispered before I fled through the door, the wind whipping against my face as I ran into the cold, with no jacket. I shivered, but not once did I slow down, I just ran through the dark, muddy streets.

I didn't know where I was running... But it was somewhere. I was running away, from my fears. From my parents. From my horrible life. But I knew this freedom wouldn't last long, I would have to go home sooner or later, and then back to school where my pain would continue. These thoughts only made more tears build up in my tired eyes.