Vision Of Broken Things

Chapter 10

That night she cried loud aching tears. I could sympathize with her, she didn't know if her dad were safe or even alive. Even though my dad is a control freak with almost no heart at all, I would still be worried sick and I would do anything it takes to get him back home safely. That night I swore to do whatever it takes to reunite her with her father.

At that moment I finally understood why she was more petrified than the rest of us, she was dealing with this enemy all by herself with no one to help or comfort her. I wouldn't be able to do any of this by myself, I would go crazy and end up getting myself killed. She is strong, stronger than any one of us and that I admired and envied the most about her.

Angelo left before the clock struck midnight, he couldn't stay any longer than that because his parents demanded he got home. He promised not to go back to the shipping crate and not to go digging anywhere near it. I didn't believe when he made me that promise but I was just hoping that he would somehow keep to his word.

Chrissy and I didn't get any shut-eye that night, how could we after everything that happened the past twenty-four hours? I was scared that she would get taken while I was asleep and she was probably twice as terrified that she would be taken while she was asleep. We didn't want to risk being caught off guard by someone who could kill us and leave without any trace.

We didn't talk to each other most of the night, we just tried to sit and let the time pass minute by minute but by the time the sun came up, we were sitting chatting away about how our lives would have been right now if we were never in this situation. One can dream after all.

She spoke about how she would most probably be prepping for some big shot college interview when in reality she never even applied to any colleges yet because of this, I felt responsible for that. I told her that I would be dealing with my feelings about my parents on the edge of a divorce and how my dad moved on so fast, even though this is the worst distraction ever it is still way better than dealing with how I truly feel.

''How do you feel about it? Your parents getting divorced.''

I inhaled sharply, where do I even start? I started thinking and chose just to speak my mind instead of practicing what to say first.

We were sitting in front of my window facing my bedroom door. Cross-legged on my carpet, talking about a topic I honestly just wanted to avoid until the day I die but I knew that talking about it might help me deal with it and the last thing we need is me having a mental break down when I could be helping to figure all of this out. I felt like I could trust her and confided in her with no regret.

''My dad won't let me talk to my mom, I think that is what bothers me the most. I don't know if she is okay or how she is dealing with this. I even tried calling my grandmother but she hasn't returned any of my calls.

I hope she doesn't end up doing something stupid.

After Jason died she lost it, she drank a handful of pills. If I didn't walk in on her unconscious in the bath... I would just hate to think about what could have happened. This time I won't be there if she does something like that again, no one will be there.''

She placed her hand on my thigh. I felt comfortable, for the first time since Jason died, I felt at home and I didn't want this feeling to ever end.

''Okay, but, how do you feel? You told me about your concerns, not your feelings.''

My eyes started to burn, I took a deep breath. I don't think anyone has ever asked me that, it has always just been a big rush around what I feel and straight to the point about what to do next.

''Well, I feel sad. I think that is a given, but I feel betrayed too. My dad had this affair, they claim my parents were separated but even if they were it was far too soon, I just wish they told me. I understand my family isn't that close but a heads up would be nice. I don't think that is an unreasonable thing to ask for.''

I clenched my fist and she whipped a single tear from my cheek. She gave me the most comforting smile anyone has ever given me. I felt warm and safe, I haven't felt like that in so long.

''Mel, it is okay not to be okay. This will never be easy for you but you can decide what to do next. You are the only one that can make that decision, take pride in that. You can accept this; you can figure it out or you can do what you are doing right now and ignore it. Whatever you decide to do, I will be here. You can fall, I will catch you.''

I sniffed softly and tried to keep myself together.

''I just need answers.''

She took my hand and squeezed it tight.

''We all need answers, it is about how you go about finding them that matters and even if you don't you might just find yourself in the process.''

What she said was reassuring to me. I knew that I was the only one that can decide what I would do next.

''Can we talk about something else? Something less overwhelmingly depressing.''

She took her hand away; I wish she kept her fingers in between mine for just a little bit longer.

''Sure. What do you feel like talking about?''

I started thinking about a different topic, even if they were just random conversation starters.

''If you could be anywhere in the entire world right now, where would you want to be? Think wisely, we don't have jetsetter lifestyles. One single destination.''

She smiled at me and looked into my eyes. Her eyes were the most alluring thing to stare into. I could swim around and drown in those eyes both at the same time. I felt like I was almost being swallowed by the ocean in her eyes.

''I wouldn't want to be anywhere else right now.''