You're Not Enough

Chapter 28

When I walk up to the door, Violet burst into laughter.

"What's so funny?" I ask.

"Nothing," she says, trying to conceal the rest of her laughter.

I roll my eyes and playfully shake my head. I bend down, grabbing the key from under that mat, and unlock the door. She steps in first. "Wow, your house is beautiful." Her eyes scan over the house.

"Thanks." I've lived here all my life. I don't think I've ever even stopped to take in how beautiful it actually is.

"My room is upstairs." I walk in front of her and lead her up the stairs. When I open the door to my room, her eyes examine it also.

I do also, making sure I didn't leave anything out, no pills, no coke, no bloody razor. It looks good. "Ok, I have to go talk to my dad real quick. I'll be back. Just make yourself comfortable." I instruct

"Can I take a shower?" She asks.

"Oh yeah, the bathroom is there." I point to it and walk over to my closet to grab one of my clean towels. Once I do, I hand it to her. "Just put it in the hamper when you finish."

I know he heard me come in. I expected him to come out and yell at me for hanging up on him and coming home late. Maybe he came back home and got drunk and is too intoxicated to get up and yell at me. The light in his study is on. I can see it shining from under the door. I take a deep breath before opening the door.

He looks up from his computer. I stare straight at him, observing him. He isn't drunk. As far as I can tell, he's sober. So why didn't he call to figure out where I was then? "How long have you been home?" I ask him.

"About two hours," he states. So he left after I hung up on him. The game was about 2 hours. He's been home for a while. He knew I wasn't here, but yet he didn't call to figure out where I was.

I walk further into the room, "How come you didn't call?"

"I figured you were mad, which you had every means to be. I should've called, but I thought maybe you needed to cool down. So I let you." he states.

"Oh."

"Your mom is coming home tomorrow. She should be here In the morning."

I sigh in relief. I'm excited she's coming home.

My family doesn't work when everyone is separated. I can't handle my dad when it's just him and me. I can't handle my mom when it's just her and me.

Together though there's some sort of balance, together we all work.

I don't know if it is pretend or if it's real. Maybe they show their true colors when they are separated, and maybe because of me, they feel forced to act like something that they are not when we are together.

"Is your shower on?" He asks.

Oh yeah, that's why I came down here. "Yeah, um I meant to ask you earlier, but I forgot. My friend is upstairs. I was wondering if she could spend a night?"

"Friend?" He raises his eyebrow, curious.

Just the other day, I told him that I didn't have any friends, and now I am here telling him that one is upstairs. "Her name is Violet."

"Last name?"

Ugh, I hate when he does that; he always wants me to have rich friends who have powerful parents. That's why he's asking for her last name. If he doesn't recognize the last name, he'll know that she's just a regular girl. That comes from an ordinary family. "Holloway."