Working With The Devil.

Chapter seven - The call.

It was already Friday and I was getting ready for school. Mia had already texted me that she was on her way so I had to hurry.

After one last look at myself, I decided I was good to go.

I make my way downstairs. Ugh, so many stairs.

"Jerry, you can't just call after all these years." I can hear my mom says. Jerry was the name of my dad. Could she be...? NO. "Well, you can't. You can't just barge back into our life like the last few years didn't happen.

My mom realized she was shouting so she quiets down.

I could hear more muffled argument then she hangs up.

I quietly walk back upstairs so she wouldn't know I overheard the conversation.

Why did my dad call? What could he possibly want?

I wanted to crawl into a ball and cry but I couldn't. I won't.

I put myself together and head back downstairs.

"Hey," I say and one look of her washes out my anger to guilt. She looks drained. Her hair was messy and her eyes were very puffy. She looked like a mess.

"Hi." She says as she tried to fix herself up.

"What's wrong mom?" I act like I don't know.

"It's nothing." Then we hear a car honk. "Oh look, Mia's here. You should get going. Don't worry."

"This isn't-" Bleep. There was another honk.

Dammit.

I just wanted her to admit that dad called but she didn't look like she was going to.

Then I hear Kelly coming down the stairs "Mia should really chill." She starts to joke but then she saw us, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing sweetheart. Katie is just making a mountain out of a molehill."

I had to let it go for Kelly's sake. "Yeah Kelly, it was nothing."

Kelly shrugs it off even though she knew something was up.

"What's up with you?" Mia asks when I reach the car.

Mia always knows when something was wrong. I hope she knows I don't want to talk about it.

I shake my head.

She changes the topic, "So um, Kelly, any crush or something like that."

"No, not really." She says and they talk some more.

I just stay quiet.

Why did dad call? What did he say?

I could still remember how he left.

It was a Friday like this. We were building the Legos. One moment everything was fine then the next, hell broke loose.

I remember him suddenly stands up. I asked what was wrong. But didn't reply.

The whole night I tried to sleep but heard shouting downstairs, I don't how I did it but I finally fell asleep and woke up to yells and cries.

My dad was packed up and my mom was begging him not to leave. I ran up to him and tried to hold his whole hand with my tiny ones but he just pulls his away.

At this moment, Jackson came out confused then he saw what was happening. Jackson was just eleven and so he didn't know what to do. He tried to convince dad to stay but that wasn't happening. He had already made up his mind to leave. To leave my mother and me to cry.