A Broken Heart

Chapter 7

When I wake up the next day I decide to go visit my parents. I know my mom is dying to see me. I've forced her to not come here during the week. I really wanted to be on my own, not having my mother dropping by all the time. Specially since no one knows about my condition and she would definitely reveal that. Not intentional of course. But she's not always so subtle.

I stop my car in the driveway of the house they're renting. It's pretty nice, a two-story brick house with a nice backyard filled with trees and bushes. I stayed here the first week we came to California. Mom insisted that I'll have a room here, but I'm trying to see it as a guest room. I'm not gonna decorate it. I live on campus.

As I step out of the car I see my mom come out of the house with a huge smile. "Hey honey!" She shouts.

"Hi mom." I reply as I come up to the porch. She engolf me in a bear hug.

"You look good." She says and it almost sound like an insult. "Do you eat enough?" She add.

"Yes mom, they have several really good places that serve food on campus." I say a bit sarcastic. I know she worries, but it's still a little much.

She ignores my reply, knowing fare well how I am. "Come inside. Your dad is at the store and will be back soon, but your sister is inside." She ushers me inside.

I drop my backpack on the floor inside the door before walking over to the kitchen where my sister in sitting on the barstool at the kitchen island.

"Hello kiddo." I mess her hair, making her groan in irritation. She's fourteen and at that stage where you always need to look good.

"It was so nice this week without you." She says as she flattens her hair down. I smile at her, she's gotten the same tongue that i do.

"Oh, don't kid yourself, you missed me." I smirk as i sit down next to her. Mom put a glass of green juice infront of me, always making me drink these to be healthy. They taste disgusting. I groan.

"Really?" I ask. I was hoping that i would escape these when I moved out.

"You still need to think about your diet." She say and push it towards me. She started to drink them herself when I was younger, trying to make it easier for me. Now she still makes them even though I'm not here anymore.

I ignore the glass and turn to Fiona. "How is you new school?"

"It's good." She answers shortly. You really have to drag stuff out of her nowadays.

"Made any friends?" I probe. Mom starts to make lunch as she listens to us.

"Yeah, there's some kind ones." She turns her attention toward what she was doing before I came. I see that it's a notebook, but I can't see what it's about. She's holding her arm over the writing. Maybe it's a diary.

"So, dad got a job?" I turn my attention to mom who is washing sallad.

"Yes, he got that one he was on an interview for, the construction thing." She start to chop the vegetables.

"That's good." I comment before standing up and walking over to the patio door, looking out over the lawn. It's a nice day today, sunny with some wind. I step out and sit down on the porch swing hanging of the roof. I enjoy the warming sensation of the sun.

After lunch I crawl up on my parents couch with a book, I haven't had the time to read anything other than for class assignments this week. Now I open up a novel to enjoy some easy reading. I spend most of the afternoon like that.

"So new job?" I ask dad as he sits down on the end of the couch, putting my book in my lap.

"Yes, supervisor at a construction site." He lets me know. I smile at him and he shrugs. "It's a good job. The men seems hardworking, so that's good."