Vision Of Broken Things

Chapter 4

Angelo drove me home from Chrissy's house, I was still vivid when I got home.

I just couldn't understand why anyone would play with people this way.

I walked into my house and was greeted by a strange silence, I could've sworn I saw my mom's car in the driveway.

I made my way to the kitchen, where she usually is when she isn't working in her at-home office.

''Mom? You home?'' I asked loudly.

When I reached the kitchen, I noticed a tall bulky figure in the corner of my eye, I quickly turned around and came face to face with a familiar clean shaved face.

''Dad,'' I said shocked.

He nodded, keeping his normal blank facial expression.

''Hi, Melanie. Go get dressed, we are going out for dinner.'' He demanded sternly.

Such a warm greeting.

My dad has always been very formal with me and since Jason it just got worse.

I looked around the kitchen and back at my dad.

''Where's Mom?''

My dad dialed a number on his phone and walked out of the kitchen, I realized that I wouldn't get an answer.

I sighed and walked to my room, between the Chrissy situation and my dad's cold shoulder I might just lose my mind.

After getting dressed in less sweaty clothes, I walked down to meet my dad in the hallway.

He looked at what I was wearing and insisted that I changed into something more formal.

I was confused, we weren't going the Oscars, we were going to dinner.

I changed into a dress I knew my dad would approve of, he picked it out when we had to attend a work function of his.

I went back out to the hallway and followed my dad outside.

Now thinking of it, I didn't see my dad's car outside when I got here.

''Dad, where's your car?''

He took my mom's keys out of his pocket and walked towards the car.

''No need to have two cars.'' He stated with no elaboration.

We got in the car and unlike my mom, my dad wasn't as talkative.

I couldn't keep it in anymore.

''Where is Mom and why are you using her car?''

He looked calm as if he was prepared for every situation and question.

''It's not her car, I paid for it. It is mine.'' He said heartlessly.

I tensed up under his cold words.

"Where is mom?''

He never answered me, he just kept driving.

We stopped outside of a restaurant that I have never seen before.

I got out of the car and looked over at my dad.

He walked in front of me and as always, I just had to follow his lead.

The room had only a few tables and none were available.

A blonde skinny woman at the far-left table waved at my dad and we made our way towards her table.

Who was she and why are we meeting her here?

My dad sat down next to her and automatically seemed comfortable and at ease.