Broken

Chapter 8

I stayed home using the excuse to my dad that I fell which is why I have a bruise and that I have really bad period cramps.

Him, being a man, didn't question it any further. If I was still living with my mom, she'd force me to go to school no matter what. Even if she'd thrown a plate at me the night before and I had cuts on my body, she'd make me go.

Laying in bed, I was a bit surprised when there was a knock at the door. With a sigh, I left my bed for the first time today and looked at the clock. It was almost one in the afternoon.

"Hello?" I asked opening the door, no one was there. Looking down, I saw a bag and a shoe box. Weird. It could be a bomb. But who would try to kill me?

Crouching down, I opened the bag and smiled when I saw donuts and a coffee from Dunkin' Donuts. Opening the shoe box, I smiled even more when I saw books and flowers, some chips and other snack and some movies. It was like a care package. The smile on my lips hurt my cheeks.

The only people I can think that did this would be the gang. Or should I say pack? That's a good one, get it? Since they're wolves, no? I'm not funny I know. I can't even get myself to laugh.

Looking around, I tried to see where they were. But they were no where to be seen. Taking the stuff, I went back inside and pulled out the movies.

They had Perks of Being a Wallflower, Call Me By Your Name, and so many others. Pulling out the chips I applauded their taste sour cream and cheddar chips and then some spicy Doritos.

I disappeared into my room to grab my blankets and glasses before going back into the couch. Turning on the TV I plugged in CMBYN first before dad gets home. I'm still not sure what his stance on gay rights is and I'd rather not get kicked out so early into our relationship.

Drinking the coffee, I smiled at how it was a perfect balance between sweet and bitter. And the donuts were a mixture of glazed, pumpkin, and powdered. The best donuts in my opinion.

As the movie ended, I was in tears and got ready to watch the next movie as Dad walked into the kitchen. He set down his keys and looked at me before nodding his head.

"I assume it's normal for girls to cry and not need comfort?" He asked coming towards me and looked at the TV. "Oh I loved that movie."

I practically choked on my donut. Keep in mind he's 50 years old! "You do?"

"Of course I have." He said as if it was obvious. "Your mom never really told you why I left either?"

"Because she's crazy and psycho and abusive? No I never really questioned your decision." I said putting on the next movie as he took a seat next to mine since there's only one couch in the living room.

"She didn't like that I'm bisexual and also the other reasons you mentioned." He said shrugging his shoulders. "I didn't want to mention it in case you didn't know, just in case you were homophobic like your mother."

"I'm not homophobic. But I mean if we're coming out, I'm straight." I laughed and sat down next to him. "Next movie is Perks of Being a Wallflower."

"I've never seen it." He said leaning back. "You went to the store?"

"No my friends dropped it off for me." I said finishing the last donut. "You're stuck with scraps."

He laughed and focused on the movie. "I'm fine with that. And give me some of this blanket, you have a sweater and sweats on."

I rolled my eyes and handed him a blanket. But before he got settled down, he changed out of his work clothes and into sweats and a sweatshirt like me. He sat down and we watched the movie, crying together.