Broken

Chapter: Nine

I was so happy to be home for one more night, at least I could be with my mom and just relax and talk, like old times.

"Mom what movie do you want to watch?"

"U-umm let's just watch Tammy, I've been wanting to see that for a while."

"Okay"

I started to get snuggled up near my mom laying my head on her shoulder while she ran her fingers through my hair.

"Mom, why did dad leave?" I asked suddenly thinking about him.

"Sweetie, I've told you many times before that he left because he wasn't happy being with us."

"Yes, but why wasn't he happy," I said tears starting to form in to my eyes. I felt broken and abandoned every time I thought of him.

"I really don't know my darling," She said and kissed the top of my head gently.

"I just really wish I could tell him what I feel for leaving, you know?"

"Spencer, I have to tell you something" She said getting up looking into my eyes with a worried expression.

"O-ok, u-um what is it," I asked nervously not liking the tone of voice my mom was giving me.

"Two days before your birthday your father actually contacted me."

"What?!?!," I yelled.

"He said that he really wanted to come and talk to you but I told him that you didn't want to see him at all."

"So then he called again saying he was in town and that he was going to come over and see you," My mother said tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Why didn't you tell me," I said angry. "Is that why you wanted me at that party for my birthday."

"It was my birthday and you tried to hid all this from me, you know if it wasn't for you I would have a nice birthday full with happiness instead of me going through shit all night."

" If I never would have gone to that stupid party I would have never agreed to fak..."

That's when I stopped myself, I can't tell her me and Jack are faking our relationship, she'll make me come clean to Jack's parents.

I can't let him down.

But I sure wasn't going to stay here, I don't blame her for what happened at the party. I'm just angry. I mean she should have told me that my dad wanted to see me, I know he's an ass but I just really wanted to know why he left.

"I'm going to my room"

"But I made you a birthday cake to make up for what you lost yesterday." My mother said sadly.

"Tommorow mom, I just need to rest" I said pissed off.

"Alright, I love you sweetie"

I ran up the stairs into my room crying. How could he leave me, I'll always remember December 20th being the day my dad had enough of my family instead of the day I celebrate my life.

I really didn't want to be here so I grabbed my bag and phone and slowly walked down the stairs to see my mom sleeping on the couch.

I kissed her gently on cheek and then walked out.

I started walking down the streets of New York City admiring all the beautiful lights in Manhattan. I didn't live in one of the most fanciest areas in Manhattan but it was still nice. I began to feel the cold air that gently coated my skin before I arrived to this little park that my dad use to take me to.