Chapter 2 Chapter 2

I wished I didn't fight to see what Amy saw. I should have just let her hold me and never saw what I saw. I felt the earth shift beneath me as everything I thought I knew changed. The coldness I felt just a second ago disappeared. I couldn't feel anything other than the sudden burn that rushed to my heart as my brain felt cold. I was mortified. The palms of my hands became sweaty as my throat became dry. I could hear my heart beat rising each second.

There. Just couple feet away from me stood a couple. A man and a woman. If I were anyone else, I would see a beautiful couple in love. The woman had her arms wrapped around the guy's waist and she was laughing at something he was saying. She was looking up at him whilst he was staring down at her with so much love it blinded me. She didn't have the same look in her eyes because I didn't think she was ever capable of feeling such emotion. He was taller than her so he had to bend slightly to kiss her and she had to be on her tiptoes to reach his mouth. Her blonde hair was long, curled to her back and shiny as ever. Of course it was beautiful, she spent a lot of money on it to ensure it did. Money that wasn't hers. I felt the anger growing inside of me as I watched him pull away from her, walk to the passenger side of the car they stood and kissed beside and open the door for her. She laughed and pulled him down for another kiss before entering the car. He went to the driver side of the car and drove off. You see if it was any other couple, I would have smiled warmly at that but it wasn't. I had no idea who that guy was. I can tell you who it wasn't and that was my father because that woman that drove off with that stranger was my mother. A woman who was married to my father. I could hear Amy's breathing beside me. She must have gotten up and stood next to me to comfort me but I wasn't paying much attention. All I could focus on was how my life changed before my eyes.

I didn't know what to do with all the anger I have building up thinking about my mother who was married to a good man. A man who loved and supported her. I didn't know what to do. I felt overwhelmed. So I did all I could do at that moment of time. I cried. It was loud. It was messy and it was painful. Amy. Amy just pulled me into her arms and tried to comfort me the best she could. I couldn't stop crying. Not when she started walking. Not when we reached her house. Not when she took of my clothes and put them in the dryer and wrapping me in a blanket. Not even when she made me tea. I cried and cried and she done what she could. She let me cry. Because she knew. She knew that this would destroy my father and my brother who loved my mother so much. After calming down, I made a decision. A decision that would ruin my life. I knew it then but I didn't know it would be this much. I decided that I was going to keep it to myself. Expect that didn't go to plan when I arrived home. Late. ---

By the time I arrived at home, my face red, as well as being sticky because of my tears. Every time I managed to stop crying, the image of my mother and that man would flash in my head and I would start once again. I could feel the heat rushing to my ears, I tried to take deep breath as I got closer and closer to my front door. I knew my father would be worried, who wouldn't be? I came home five hours later than normal. Patrick would usually hang out with friends after school but I always came home early. I felt guilty for making him worry about me. My father must have seen my figure through the glass part of my front door because I didn't even need to pick up my hands to knock. I thought I would have longer to straighten myself up and act like nothing happened. Like it was just a normal day and I just decided to spend time with my best friend. I underestimated how worried he was about me because I didn't even enter the house before I was in his arms. I couldn't help but hug him back tightly. I willed myself in when I felt my eyes starting to burn with tears. Don't cry. Don't cry. Please don't cry again. I couldn't help it. I cried. I cried still in my father's arm and when he wanted to pull away I refused. I cried for my innocent father who didn't know that his wife was cheating on him. I cried for my brother who loved her dearly. I cried for myself because I knew there was no more happy family. I cried because I knew someone was going to leave. I just didn't know it was gonna be him leaving us.