I had been avoiding everyone for the past few days. After everything that happened, I just wasnt ready to face anyone yet. Dalton and I had been texting though. Little things he would say made me wonder where he thought we were as well, us. But again, I was avoiding the whole thing. I really wanted to have a talk with him but that would screw up my avoiding it plan.
Thankfully, the venue reopened and scheduled me to work which gave me an excuse to be absent from them. I'd spent the last couple days doing grunt work to try and get my mind off of things. It was working for the most part.
I'd just arrived home from an exhausting day of lifting shit and fixing lights and all I wanted to do was lay in bed and die. I flopped on my bed and my phone lit up. It was a text from Brady saying that the guys were all playing video games and I needed to be there. I definitely wasn't in the mood to leave my comfy bed so I told him another day. Not even a minute later my phone rang.
"Yes Brady?"
"Lyrie get your ass here now!" I could hear noise in the background.
"I worked all day, I'm tired and I just want to sleep." I whined into the phone.
"Exactly so come here and relax." He reasoned.
I continued arguing with him as I went downstairs to find food. He was currently yelling at someone telling him to "Stop being a pussy and just shoot." I took a detour to the laundry room to pick up my clothes, still waiting for Brady to focus back on me.
"....and divorce attorney." I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard that. The words had come from my fathers den. I continued to listen, it sounded like he was leaving a message but his tone was significantly lower making it impossible to hear. Were my parents getting a divorce? The thought brought tears to my eyes.
"Lyrie, Lyrie, dammit Lyrica are you there?!" I snapped back to reality remembering Brady was still on the phone.
"What?" I answered, half in a daze.
"Are you coming or not?"
I couldn't be home now, "Yeah I'm on my way."
I got to Bradys and was trying my hardest to keep my composure. It had been working for the most part until the games ended and we were watching TV. A commercial for a law office came on and the weight of today came crashing down. I went upstairs and out to the back porch. I kept telling myself not to cry but with each minute that passed, the fight became harder. As soon as the first tears fell I heard a voice, "Lyrie what are you doing out here?"
"Just getting some fresh air." I didn't turn around to face him for fear that he'd see my tears.
That didn't stop him from coming over to me, "Lyrie, why are you crying? Tell me what's wrong?" Bradys voice was soft and filled with concern.
I broke down and told him everything. Starting from when I first heard them fighting, to the tension that's been around the house lately and ending with what I heard tonight. "Brady I just, I don't know. What if they really get divorced?"
He ran his hand over my back in a soothing way, "Hey don't think like that. You have no idea what that call was even about. Your parents will work this out...and if they don't then we'll get through this together."
"I don't know what I'll do.. If they can't make it then maybe real love doesn't exist."
He looked at me, "It does exist. Remember, we're young, this is why we don't date now." He ended with a laugh.
"But they're not young and what if-"
Brady cut me off, "No what ifs. Don't worry about it right now, okay. Things will get better."
