Chapter Four

  While we were in the middle of watching, the funny comedy Grown Ups 2, the doorbell rang. “ Would you like for me to get that for you?” my dad asked.

“ No, I’ll get it,” I looked down at my phone to see what the time was, “ I don’t know who would be here at this time anyways,” I added. I got up from the couch and walked to the door. I opened the door and I saw my mother standing there,” Who is it?” my dad yelled, wanting to know. I looked back, trying to hide who it was, “ Just a visitor that I need to step out and talk to real quick,” I replied.

“ Alright.” he said. I stepped outside to see my mother with Greg, arm in arm. Like he was there to protect her from my dad. “What do you want, mom?” I asked, furiously. I looked back and forth from my mom to Greg.

“ He’s here isn’t he?” my mom wondered.

“ Yes, and you can’t come in,” I mentioned.

“ Why?”

“Because I know you. And really why did you have to bring him here along with you, I moved my head in Greg’s direction.

“ Well thank you, I feel welcomed,” he said sarcastically.

“ Look, Greg,” I stressed his name, “ I don’t want you here at my house. I don’t want you near my dad. Don’t you think you’ve done enough damage?” I asked him.

“ Let me correct you, Karenile. I didn’t cause anything here. I’m here to support your mother. Yes, she’s been seeing me, because unfortunately your dad isn’t doing something right,” he said.

“Oh’ no. You have to go, because you’re not going to sit here on my front porch and tell me where your place is. I’m sorry and mom why did you bother even bringing him? What was the plan that was laid out in your head?”

“ Honey, we just need to talk.”

“ Um, no we don’t. I have all that I need to know and plus if you care enough that I’m crying myself to sleep every night, because of all this, please take you and Greg away from my house and please don’t return, unless I really need you,” I added. I turned back around and shut the door on their faces. Half of me feels like I’m slowly, but surely slipping back into my old ways. There’s just so much anger and stress building up inside of me. “It was your mother, wasn’t it?” my dad asked, as I was on my way to sit back down on the couch.

“ Yeah with Greg.”

“ What did she want?”

“ She knows that you’re here,”

“ Yeah that’s because I called her and asked if she was coming over too,” he interrupted. “Anyways I think she wanted to know if I said anything to you about the divorce and everything else having to do with Greg.”

“ Well you did and you don’t have to worry about her. You’re not scared of her, are you?” he wondered.

“ No. Not in any kind of way. I just found out about all this a couple of days ago and it feels like I’ve been struggling to keep it out of my mind forever, now.”

“ I know, sweetheart.” I turned back to the T.V. and I resumed watching the movie again. I could barely focus on the movie, because thoughts and more thoughts wouldn’t quite filling up my mind.

      When the movie was over I showed my dad the door, “ Dad, I’m glad that you were able to come over tonight,” I said.

“ Me too. I think we needed it, you know. I’m really glad you told me and trust me I’m not going to say anything, unless I absolutely have to,” he added.

“ Good, because I can’t take anymore than what I have going on,” he reached for a hug, “ I love you, dad. Call me if anything or anybody messes with you and you know what I mean.”

“ Oh’ I will. Worse comes to worse, I’ll just have to call the police,” he suggested.

“ Do that, but for now, have a good rest of the night. Love you,” he turned and walked out the house. I stood out on my front porch and watched him leave.

       I went back in the house and straightened up the kitchen, before I went to bed. I went upstairs and got in the shower. I don’t know for some reason I felt like taking a shower would erase the events that happened tonight off of me, but I know deep inside it wouldn’t. It just felt good for the moment. Then, I started to break down in tears replaying everything in my mind and voices started to go off and repeating in my mind. I fell to the shower floor and wrapped my knees up to my chest and just cried my eyes out. I couldn’t do this no more. This pain would never stop. I’m leaving my dad in a house filled with loving memories and heartache. That makes me look evil!  My mom is playing me for a fool! She’s making my dad look like a bad guy. I couldn’t do this anymore. I needed to get away. Jake already told me I can’t do anything to stop it! I’m lost and stuck. God doesn’t care about me, obviously, because He’s making me go through all this. I know I’ve switched my life back around for the better, but what’s going on right now in my life, I don’t even think it’s worth being a better person. It’s all making me a worse person. I just can’t do this. I stayed in a fetal position for awhile, until I found the strength to get up and out of the shower.

      When I return into my room, I see my laptop lighting up, with a notification, that Jake was calling me on Skype. I couldn’t let him see me like this, so I just ignored it. I took myself to the bed and covered myself into the covers. Tears, here they came again. My phone started ringing on the charger. I looked at the caller ID. It was Jake. I mean I should’ve known. I didn’t answer his Skype call, so he’s probably really worried about me. But I ignored the phone call as well. I thought he would’ve given up, but I was wrong, because the next thing I knew was that my text message notification shone on my phone. I ignored that too. I was right, he was worried about me. I turned back over and fell asleep. It was that feeling of when you’ve been crying so much and all you wanted to do was cry.

     The next morning I had an headache. I should’ve known that I was going to be expecting something like this the next morning, after all the crying I did last night. I unhooked my phone from the charger and took myself downstairs and brewed a fresh pot of coffee. I didn’t really want to talk to Jake, because I know that he would have question after question for me about last night. At this moment, I really don’t feel like answering any questions. I sat myself on the couch with my coffee and turned on the morning news. I don’t have to work today, so that’s a nice day off for me. I searched through my contacts for a certain one and and tapped the call button, “Hey, how are you?” I asked.

“ Hey, you mean you actually called me?” he wondered.

“ Yeah. You wanna do something today?” he asked.

“ Oh’ yeah. I’ll come over if that’s fine with you,” I added.

“ Yeah. Please come.”

“ Alright, I’ll see you in a bit.”

“ OK. Bye,” I hung up the phone and ran upstairs to get dressed.

      Man, I haven’t been here in ages, I thought in my head as I pulled up to the house of my past that I seem to be returning to. It’s like I didn’t even need to knock, because he ran out to greet me out on the front porch.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good chapter. I like the pace of the story. You are making every situation important. I like the young girls thoughts and actions. She is thinking. A nice ending to the excellent chapter.
Coyote

[Heartful5160]

Thank you very much!!!:)) I try to keep the readers attention throughout the book!!! Thank you very much!!!:)))

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.