D for Depression [Mature]

Chapter 25: Heartbreaks

''I'm sick of it. Do you hear me?''

The sudden yelling makes me jump from my sleep.

''I'm sick and tired of this situation. I can't do it anymore.''

What the hell is going on?

''Florence for God's shakes, keep your voice down.''

''Keep my voice down? Really? Are you going to shut me up now?''

There is a long pause, making my heart skip several beats, until my dad's, tired voice reply.

''I never said that.''

''Then what are you saying Michael?''

Silence.

''Just what I thought. You are a lame excuse of a man. You've always been.''

Her words bring a heavy feeling in my stomach, tears gathering in my eyes.

''I don't even know what I'm still doing here with you. I should have left years ago.''

There is no response from my father's side and I exhale deeply. That's good.

I don't want him to respond, I don't want him to fight with her.

It will only bring more problems.

The silence outside my door starts to disturb me and when I hear the front door closing shut, I know he left.

Great.

My mom's footsteps approaching the room, put me on a panic mode and I hurriedly pretend to be asleep.

Silly I know, but it's the first thing that comes to my mind when I want to avoid problems.

Sleep them off.

Opening the door, I hear her stepping inside my bedroom for a second, to check on me. My breath accelerates, thinking she knows I'm not asleep, but I brush it off.

I feel her stare at my back, until she walks away, closing the door behind her.

That was close.

Checking the time on my nightstand I realize it's still early for me to get up, especially if I don't want to challenge my mother, by coming face to face with her.

Snuggling closer to my pillows I decide to stay under the security of the covers.

And for a few moments I'm still the same kid who used to hide between her sheets, to avoid arguments.

I guess some things never change.

The faint smell of Jackson's perfume lingers in my bed and a small smile creeps on my face.

I can't believe I had him with me just hours ago.

My mind drifts immediately to the image of him, laying on his stomach, face between my legs.

''Such a good girl for me...''

His voice lingers in my ears, making my stomach tingle. And not only my stomach.

I feel my core urging for a touch and without even knowing I let my hand crawl towards it.

The touch that was so familiar to me, for the first time feels unsatisfying and after a few moments I give up.

There is no way I can replace the feeling of his fingers and tongue with mine.

I lay in my bed for a little longer, scrolling through my social, until I stumble over a post from Khloe.