Broken

Chapter 2

4 months later

16/8/14

Song ~Mike Dignam- I'll Lie Here

I was awoken by a beam of sunlight shining through a gap between my curtains.

I rolled onto my side curling into a small ball and wrapping the covers tightly around my body. I often forgot that it was the summer and was shocked to discover I didn't have school to wake up for.

It was one of those mornings.

I drifted in and out of sleep, hiding underneath the duvet covers entwined in sheets and pillows.

After what felt like hours I rolled onto my side stretching my arms out and clumsily picked up my phone off my desk.

One new message - from Eva.

'Still on for practice today?'

I typed out a reply and sent it, placing my phone back down on my bed side table.

I sighed.

I guess I had to get up now.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee drifted down the narrow hallway, reaching my bedroom door.

I could hear the distant sound of a pan sizzling, her favourite Muse song playing in the background. Mom was making breakfast, I smiled.

I strolled into the kitchen, throwing my dark hair up into a ponytail.

I slipped into a chair, watching her bustle around the kitchen.

She was wearing a blue dress I hadn't seen her wear in years her hair just like mine, gentle rolls of soft glossy curls.
She was making pancakes, a long time favourite.

"What's the occasion?" I asked and poured myself a glass of  juice.

"Can I not make my daughter breakfast?" she said. She held the frying pan in front of her, catching a pancake mid air.

"Of course you can! But why the dress?"

Her face fell.

"Do you not like it? I thought it was nice.."

I laughed.

"No I love it! But where are you going?" She had been going out a lot lately, with her friends. I was happy for her she was having a social life again.

She blushed and and shrugged her shoulders.

"I'm going out for lunch, I have counselling afterwards" she said simply.

She gingerly picked up a plate and passed it to me.

"Well you look great mom, seriously"

I wasn't lying she did. Everyone always told me how much I looked like my mom, the same black hair, green eyes, olive skin.

I never had any resemblance to my dad, or at least in any of the pictures I had seen of him. They're weren't many.

She sat down with me while I ate my breakfast, telling me that she was going out for a fancy lunch.

I never thought anything of it, in the past few weeks she had been out more the ever. I was happy for her, she seemed a lot happier then the long weeks ago.

I looked at her smiling face and her rosy cheeks and it was hard to match it with the pale crying face that had been begging me to forgive her.

I shook off the memory, I was prepared to forget the mistake she had made. I knew she had changed her ways.