Romance Reloaded

Kats POV

As the months passed I was finding myself feeling more and more alone. I had Brie and Andy but it just wasn’t enough. I felt as if I was going crazy, spending every day at home, painting and watching TV, the boredom was enough to kill me. After around 2 months my nose had healed completely and all that was left as a reminder from that day was a tiny scar on my lip. As I suspected Shiloh got away with it, people knew but no one would turn her in. they saw what happened if you crosses her path and didn’t feel like suffering the same fate I did.

Christmas came and went, so did New year’s. I didn’t even bother to celebrate it apart from going out with Andy and Brie on Christmas eve for a drink. When January came around I decided to study my heart out, it wasn’t like I had anything else to do. I filled my brain with knowledge as best I could, studying nearly every day up until March when exam week came around. When I think back to it the exams were pretty easy. I passed with average marks; B in math and English, B+ in I.T and the rest C’s.

finally on the last day of the month my parents arrived home. The moment my mom stepped in the door I threw my arms around her. “I’ve missed you, mom.” I said in a shaky voice. She didn’t say I word, she didn’t even put her arms around me. I stepped back and looked at her, puzzled. “Well, were home now.” She said bluntly before walking off into the kitchen. My dad trailed in the door behind me, he threw the bags on the floor and stormed upstairs to his office. I stood in the hall biting the sleeve of my jacket, Frank’s jacket. I was so confused, what was happening. I followed my mom in the kitchen to question her, she was going through all the cupboards, emptying their contents around the tiled floor. “Mom, is everything okay? you just seem a little..” she slammed the cupboard door before I had time to finish my sentence. “GET OUT! I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR YOU RIGHT NOW, KAT!” I jumped slightly as she shouted at me before scooting out the door as fast as I could and heading upstairs to my room. On my way down the hall I peered into my dad’s office, he was packing his bags with the rest of his belongings. I quickly ran into my room and shut the door.

I sat on my bed with my knees held up against my chest. I’d waited so long for my parents to get back but I never expected it to be like this. I don’t know what had happened between them when they were away but it wasn’t good. It was clear my dad was moving out, it was clear my mom was angry, but why? I didn’t feel like going back downstairs after the reunion my mom gave me, so I curled up on my bed and fell asleep. Hours later I awoke, feeling slightly refreshed and braver than before. Slowly I pushed my door open and peered out on to the landing. No one was around, it was silent. I walked down the stairs quietly to find my mom in the den sobbing over a glass of wine.

“mom…?” I said timidly, peering around the door. She stopped her sobbing as much as possible and beckoned me to come and sit next to her, I walked over reluctantly as she topped up her glass. “I’m sorry about earlier, Kat.” She began, through mouthfuls of wine. “it’s just, your farther and I… well. There’s no easy to say this.” She didn’t need to finish, I knew exactly what she was going to say. “We’re getting divorced.” My mom concluded, I nodded understandingly and she embraced me in a hug with her one arm that wasn’t holding a glass of wine.

After a long catch up and a few tears we both decided to head to bed, my mom was exhausted, grey circles gathered beneath her eyes as she smiled weakly at me. “goodnight, Kat.” I smiled sympathetically before heading upstairs. As I walked past the desk in my room I noticed the calendar pinned neatly on the wall. Tomorrow was the first of April. The day before Frank comes home. Excitement shot through my heart like a bolt of lightning. Finally, I’d managed the whole 5 months. In one aspect it felt like only yesterday he was curled up on my bed, sleeping like an angel but in another aspect it felt like forever since I felt his lips pressed against mine. One more day, I told myself. Just one more day.

If anything the last day lagged the most, I spent all morning cleaning the house with my mom and clearing out the rest of my dad’s stuff. I felt so awful leaving it all in bags by the road. By lunch I had finished cleaning the house and my mom had gone out to get some groceries. I got a bucket of soapy water and washed Frank’s car for him, standing on the drive way in my not soaking wet tee shirt and skinny jeans I admired the shiny black sports car. Shame it wasn’t mine, how I would love to drive that around the city. At that moment a red car recklessly pulled on to the kerb almost knocking over our trash cans. The door opened and my dad got out. I stood confused, staring at the car as he walked over to the bags I’d left on the side walk earlier and pick 2 of them up. He opened the back door of the car and signalled someone to get out.

My mouth dropped open as Shiloh jumped out of the back seat, she saw me immediately and grinned. I said nothing, just stood motionlessly on the drive way. My dad went back to get more bags and loaded them into the car, a tall woman with blonde frizzy hair leaned out of the window and grabbed my dad’s tie, she pulled him towards her and forcibly kissed him. My inner child died a little inside. He was cheating on my mom..? I watched as Shiloh picked up the last bag and they both got into the car and drove off. My dad was ignoring me. What had I done? He was the one betraying our family. My heart sunk at the thought of my parent’s divorce. I wanted out. I didn’t wanna be around my dad anymore and I couldn’t cope with my mom.

I spent the rest of the afternoon sorting out the last of my plans for the end of school, filing away my exam results and finishing off incomplete class work. My mom arrived home early evening, I didn’t have the heart to tell her what happened earlier, plus I think she already knew. I crept down stairs to find her in the den with a bottle of wine again. I didn’t fancy disturbing her, the last thing I wanted was to sit and watch her cry, so I grabbed can of soda and went back upstairs. I laid in bed staring at the mind numbing television, I wasn’t really watching it, I was too busy thinking of Frank. I hadn’t seen him for 5 months and the anticipation of tomorrow afternoon was killing me. I just wanted him to hold me again, I needed him so badly it scared me a little. Never before had felt so reliant on one person to bring me happiness, not even my own mom. I turned off the television after an hour or so and drifted off to sleep with thoughts of my future with Frank.

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