Entangled (Lesbian story)

Chapter 2

I woke feeling flustered and out of breath. After I composed myself and got ready for the day, I headed out of my apartment with Rocky for his daily walk. It was a gloomy Sunday in New York City and I was feeling depressed. What a surprise. As I walked up and down the narrow street, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I picked it up to see it was my mother calling me. Joyous. Probably a lecture on something I did wrong. “Hi Mom,” I tried to say cheerfully. I was instantly surprised by her sobbing in the background. “Mom are you, crying?” “Hi honey,” she sniffed. “Your father and I are having some problems.” Finally. I knew this was coming since I was 12 and saw dad in his office talking to his “secretary” that day. I may have been 12 but something told me that “I got to go babe, love you too” wasn’t exactly his secretary. I’d even confronted him about it but of course he said “No baby girl, daddy and her are just really good friends.” I knew it was all bullshit but I didn’t want to break my mother’s heart. Plus I never again did catch him phone flirting. But as I grew up my parents constantly fought, about everything and anything, so this wasn’t unexpected at all. “Are you alright? What happened?” “To be honest I’m a bit of a disaster. He told me that he’s been seeing someone from his job. Isn’t that just great?”, she exclaimed. All of her built up anger and the tension in her voice made me hurt for her. Sure, my mom and I may not be the closest, but we were still there for each other. “Oh god, I’m so sorry Mom. Are you guys sleeping together still?” I instantly regretted asking that as her response was “No because he’s too busy FUCKING HIS 28 YEAR OLD SECRETARY!!”, she screamed and then broke into a heart shattering cry. Damn it was the secretary. My dad was such a fucking asshole. Like really? My mom might get a little crazy at times but she loves him to death, that’s for sure. “Do you want to come stay with me for a while?”, I asked trying to sound comforting. “Sure honey. Thank you so much. It’s difficult to be in this house all the time. Your father doesn’t come home a lot of nights, and it just makes me feel even worst. And when he is home, I can’t even look at him.” “I can’t believe dad would do this. You want to come over right now? I can catch a cab and come by.” My mom lived in Staten Island and I lived in Queens so it was a bit of a drive. “Oh don’t be ridiculous. Can I come over now? I’ll just pack a few things and leave.” I was definitely going to regret this. “Sure. Come and stay as long as you want.” Regretting. Already.

About two hours later my mother arrived, looking unsettled and like she hadn’t slept in days. As soon as she got up to my doorway she dropped all her bags and collapsed into my arms. “Aw mom, you’re gonna be okay. I promise.” And with that the weeping began.

As the day dragged on she talked, and cried, and cried some more. She just needed to accept the fact that my father was an ass and there was nothing she could do about it. “Sarah, you should have seen his face when he asked me to marry him. It was that face that I fell in love with. That man. Now when I look at him all I see is prick written all over his face.” As much as I understood that my mom needed to vent, it was difficult for me too. I wanted my mom to accept the facts but I was into too much of a shock to even accept them myself. Even though I found all of this expected, it still hit me as a shock, if that makes any sense.

I put my mother to bed early and told her that she would feel better in the morning. I went and sat on the couch with Rocky cuddled up on my lap. I pet his soft little head and glanced at my phone. I had 10 texts, 25 facebook notifications, and 5 new snapchats. Wow. That never happens. All the texts were from Brianna, my best friend also known as Bri. 

Text #1 : Hey girl!!

#2 : What’s up?

#3: Wanna hang out?