Miracle|√

Chapter Eighteen

Miracle's POV

We had just arrived home Yesterday. Vacation was amazing! The parents enjoyed their visit quite alot.

They all got so drunk it's a shame. Rio and his dad were passed out on the couch till boxing day morning. There was even a bit of drama. There was this girl my cousin Jamika couldn't stand, who came to our house to pick a fight with her.

Flashback>>>

We all were inside-Well Mathias and I were, when we heard yelling. We both walked outside and looked on as the scene unfolded.

There were two girls standing outside the gate; One of them was darkskined with black hair that was done in box braids, the other was a brownskined, rocking a simple puff.

"Get out muh yard. Yuh lil no life having bitch." Jamika yelled before getting up and beginning to walk back inside. As her and her best friend Sakina. The girl runs up to Jami and grabs her hair. Next thing I know all hell breaks loose.

Fists were flying. Hair was being pulled. Body's ended up on the floor. The concrete had a great time introducing itself with the girl who's name I now knew was Brianna. It's safe to say jamika and her friend won.

END OF FLASHBACK

I was in the living room with my siblings at this current moment, this was due to my mother calling a family meeting. I had a bad feeling ever since we got back. My conscience kept picking at me, it was like something bad was going to happen or something.

Something about this morning felt weird. My mother has been more on edge lately. I didn't like it one bit. My mother was on the couch across from us with her hands twitching nervously. As she fiddled with her fingers, she kept staring at us, her mouth opening and closing every few seconds. She sighed, after Mads held her hand reassuringly - she spoke.

"Your father and I are getting divorced." Mom said looking at us expectantly. My head throbbed as I tried to process everything. My eyes snapped towards my siblings who were looking confused aswell.

"Why?" Zavian finally asked. Looking at our mother, who sat in the chair across from us. "He's been cheating on me for a year. I found out on the night of the dance." She said finally. We were all silent for a while till, she broke down. "I'm sorry, I'm so, so, sorry." She spoke, tears streaming down her cheeks. I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her frame. I put my head in her neck and muttered.

"Never, apologize for being hurt."

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Two days later

I walked up the stairs and entered the room. My feet padded lightly against the polished mahogany wood floors. I walked over to the window, a sat on the concrete railing. I was sitting here for a while: just enjoying the grey scenery in front of me-I knew it was going to rain, but not a fiber in my body was able to force me into caring.

After a few minutes, the rain started. At first it was a light, gentle drizzle - now it was a full on pour. The rain was sinking into my sweats, causing a little chill to walk up my spine. The feeling of my wet hair sticking to my face seemed to serve as a comfort. The feeling of the wet strands sticking to my face was helping me to remember that I was alone.

Able to bask in my thoughts as much as I pleased, for as long as I deemed fit.

As I let my thoughts roam freely, as they incised my mind, constantly ringing with assumptions. I looked on at the foggy grey blur that fell over the city. I had been playing music on my phone for a while, I just relaxed as each song played out. I listened on as my song came up on my phone. "I've been driving around, here in this town, know it like the back of my hand."