Break The Best Friends

Chapter 51

What would you do if your mother who had deserted you and your siblings three years ago suddenly walks into your room and tells you that she had been pregnant before she deserted all of her children and threw herself head first into business?

I was not trained for this. No one taught me what I had to do or tell at this instant, if or when it happens in my life. I have not seen any movie that had this kind of scene happening in it. I have not heard anyone tell me that this kind of thing happened to them.

If they had told me something like that or if there was a movie scene about this, I would be really grateful to those people because at this moment as my mom threw a life changing information onto my face, I was confused and didn't know what to do.

"I don't know what to do or say anymore," Ethan muttered, bouncing up on the bed and sitting up straighter.

"Me either," Andrew muttered from the couch, his legs resting on David's lap.

We were all huddled inside Andrew's room and were all equally confuzzled about the situation as Weston puts it. We all had our own theory of what we were going to do and how we are going to bring this topic up to our parents, but none of us knew the right way to do it.

It had been two days since my mom threw that information into my face, and the same two days since I told my brothers about it and to say that we were all very confused would be an understatement.

"She didn't really tell us anything," Aaron muttered, jumping out of the bed and sitting on the floor next to me, "I don't see why we all have to go talk to them. Let Caroline do it."

"Thank you, Aaron," I mumbled sarcastically, giving him a fake smile, "No, really, it's so great to have a brother like you who is ready to throw me under the bus the first chance he gets."

He scoffed, rolling his eyes at me, "Trust you to be overdramatic when not needed at all."

"I'm not being overdramatic," I protested, giving him a look, "You want me to go talk to mom and dad by myself. That is so not going to happen, Aaron. I can't do that, and you know it."

He frowned at me, "Why not? They are your parents as much as they are ours and mom told you about her apparent pregnancy all those years ago. Why can't you talk to her and get everything over with?"

"I just can't!"

My thoughts wandered back to the day when our mom had told me about everything that went down in her life three years ago and I found myself unconsciously flinching. All my life, I have never seen our mom crying, she was always strong and had faced all the problems in her life with a brave face, but that day, she had cried sitting in front of me. Even thinking about her tear stained face was making my heart break more than ever.

"See, if you are here to tell me that we are all ungrateful or to point out that you didn't raise me to be disrespectful or to tell me that you did everything for us, then, please, I don't want to have this talk with you, mother," I told her after a few minutes of complete silence, "I'm being rational here like you've always wanted me to be and that's the only reason why I even agreed to come on this vacation. I want to spend my time here without having to fight with you, if you don't mind."

Our mom was silent for a few more minutes, before she sniffed slightly, "I'm a bad mother," she said, her voice just above a whisper.

I frowned, "What?"

She looked up at me with teary eyes, "I am a bad-"

"No, I heard that," I stopped her before she could say it out loud again, "Why are you saying that? You're not a bad mother."