So, this story is about to come to an end. I have only one more chapter after this and then an epilogue. Thank you all for sticking with me, it means the world <3
I raced around my room trying to find something decent to wear. Hey if he said the song was about me then I at least wanted to look okay and try to fix things. I bounded down the stairs two at a time, nothing was going to stop me now. I was on a mission.
"Lyrica, can we talk to you?" Except that. The question came from my mother.
"Um, well can it wait? I needed to do something real quick." I felt horrible for asking this but I just had to figure this out.
"Honey, its important, we'd rather not wait." My father said.
Oh no, this is it. They are going to tell me they are getting a divorce and ruining our family. Now I really dont want to hear this.
I looked at them and they showed no sign of giving in. "Okay, sure. What's going on?"
My mother spoke first, "Lyrica, we have some very serious news we need to share with you."
"Now, its not something we will want you to worry about after we tell you, okay." My father continued.
Ugh, why cant they just tell me and get it over with. Its like a bandaid, better to rip it off all at once and take the pain than to do it little by little and prolong it.
"Alright.." I nodded waiting for them to finally tell me what I had been dreading for weeks.
"You may have noticed my not so nice behavior the past couple weeks. I've been some what of a tyrant around the house."
I did notice. You may have not noticed me leaving almost every night to escape into the arms of a boy. Okay he wasnt just a boy but still.
"Uh huh.."
"Well it was causing a strain on your father and I's marriage. I didnt understand why I was acting like this all of a sudden."
A strain? Thats the understatement of the century.
"I had been having mood swings for some time now along with a few other issues. I decided it was best to go see a doctor."
Wait what the hell does going to a doctor do with getting a divorce?
"The doctor ran some tests and well..." My mother was starting to choke up.
"Well, your mother has been diagnosed with an early onset on menopause. In woman as young as your mother, it was a huge impact on their hormones and estrogen levels. These were the causes in her severe mood swings." My father added.
My mom had composed herself by now, "The doctor gave me some hormone therapy medication which should help with my mood swings and other problems I have experienced due to this. Everything should be okay now. Your father and I felt like we needed to sit down and tell you because this is something that has taken quite the toll on our family the past couple of weeks."
What the hell?
"So, you and dad arent getting a divorce?"
My parents looked at me completely shocked, "Of course not! Why would you think that?" My mother answered me.
"Well you guys have been at each others throats for almost a month now and I heard dad on the phone with a divorce attorney a few weeks ago."
My father looked at me, "What divorce attorney?"
"I dont know, you tell me! I was going to get my laundry and heard some guys answering machine and it said divorce attorney and then you left him a message but I couldnt hear what you were saying."
His eyes grew slightly larger, understanding what I was talking about. "Oh, that must have been Phil. Him and I play golf together, he is a divorce attorney but thats not why I was leaving him a message. His wife is a marriage counselor and at the time, I thought your mother I just needed counseling so I called to see if he could ask his wife to fit us in her schedule."
I sat there blankly staring at the both of them. So mom has menopause and my parents are staying together. Dalton may have written a song about me basically saying hes been in love with me since we were 13. And Brady still wasnt talking to me. Well, today sure is exciting. "Oh..." was all I could manage to say.
"Honey your father and I love each other very much. Im sorry we made you think otherwise. Next time come to us when you think we, as a family, have and issue and we will do the same. You're not a little girl anymore, I guess its time we stop treating you like one."
Tears were welling up in my eyes and I went to hug my parents, "I love you guys so much. Im happy you're staying together." They hugged me back and I finally felt like I could breathe again. I was so thrilled I amost forgot my sole purpose of even leaving my room. I excused myself and hopped in my car. I found my phone and went to dial Daltons number. I saw I had a new voicemail from the call I had rejected earlier. I decided to check it because the icon annoyed the hell out of me and maybe he'd tell me where he already was.
"Hey Lyrie, its me again. I need to see you before we leave. There's been a change of plans and we have to be on the road by 7 tonight. Please call me back so we can talk. I...I love you." The message ended. I looked at the clock on my dashboard and it read just after 6. Okay awesome, I still have time. I drove to Daltons and called his phone. It went straight to voicemail. You really suck at charging this boy. How am I suppose to call you back if its off.
I got out the car and went to knock on the door. Mrs. Wixom answered and informed me that Dalton had left to Bradys a while ago. I was afraid of that. I wasnt sure I was ready to face Brady yet but I guess now I didnt have much of a choice. I drove to Bradys but didnt see the van. Confused, I took out my phone and tried dialing Dalton again. Still no answer. Dammit.. I was about to hit the Twitter icon on my phone when I noticed something. The time. On my phone the time was 7:22. No, no, no. This cant be right. I checked my dashboard clock once again to make sure I wasnt mistaken. It still said that it was 6. I checked my Ipod and it read that it was after 7 too. Fuck, fuck, fuck. My car had been wrong, which mean they had already left. Its only 20 minutes, they couldnt have gotten far and plus knowing the boys, they were probably late.
I drove around town in a frantic search. I was going everywhere I thought they might be, gas stations, grocery stores, all the boys houses, music stores, fast food places, Steak N Shake but they were all a dead end. I had tried texting Clayton to see if they were far but no one ever got back to me. It wasnt uncommon for any of the boys to place their phones down in the van and either lose them or forget about them.
I made my way home, completely and utterly defeated. I didnt get the answers I wanted, I didnt get to make up with Dalton and tell him how I felt and worse of all, I didnt get to fix things with Brady and make sure he didnt hate me. Wheres the first show? Ohio, I believe. Thats not too far, maybe I'll just go there and talk to them. It'd have to wait until after the show though, I wouldnt want to upset either of them before they had to go on stage. Or maybe I'll head there tonight and find them at their hotel. Dalton had a habit of checking in on Foursquare which hotel they were staying at while on tour. Okay, thats a little stalkerish but they'd understand, right? All my convincing however, couldnt stop the tears from coming once again. I couldnt believe I had let them slip away. Maybe it just wasnt meant to be..
