Breaking Glass

(11) Stories of a Past Untold

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Chapter 11

“Rose? May I speak to you for a minute?”

I turned my body to face my father’s hesitant figure by the door. It look like he’d been crying recently, even more so than this morning. “Yes,” I replied, waving my hand. I went to sit on the edge of my bed, and I watched my father look down, his face torn in a decision.

“Rose, your mother has passed,” he whispered, afraid to meet my eyes. I saw his hand start shaking, rattling the door back and forth. Lips quivering, eyebrows knit, eyes red; he looked like he had just aged 50 years.

My stomach dropped. “What? How is she dead? She was just at the wedding earlier…” I trailed off, remembering my last encounter with my mother. I can’t believe I just left her like that!

“Her heart stopped beating.”

I blinked, my jaw starting to shake. I felt deep, longing sobs starting to form in my chest, their strong clashing waves beating at me like I was a lone rock in the ocean. “H- How?”

His mouth dropped, completely surprised by my reaction. He probably thought he’d just come in here and tell me, and that I’d wave him off without a care.

I certainly wasn’t expecting myself to act like this either.

“After you left, she started coughing madly. She signaled that she was all right, but in the middle of Arabella and Cade’s first dance, she passed.”

I looked down, mad thoughts going through my head.

Is this my fault? My ruining of the wedding must have made her upset… but was it enough to kill her?

Did I just indirectly kill my mother?

The sobs that were forming in my chest started raking through my body, seeming to take all the pain and hurt that I had inside and bringing them out through my tears and hoarse screams. I kept going, my hurt and anger getting worse as my father just stood at the entryway, watching me like I was some sort of amusing animal.

“I suppose she wants to be left alone,” I heard my father suddenly whisper to someone that was at the door. There was an inaudible response from the other person, and I saw my father’s eyes narrow his eyes. I gathered up enough strength in me to drag myself to the door, and I controlled my sobs into small sniffles on the way there.

As I took the door and pushed it farther back, I met the faces of two surprised men- a small, tear-stained one and another of pure perfection, Aiden.

He suddenly took my shoulders, bringing my face closer to his and looking me dead in the eyes. “Rose, are you all right?”

I squirmed at our proximity, aware of the fact that my father was no less than two feet away and looking at us with a confused look on his face. Grabbing Aiden’s arms, I pulled them off me and stepped farther away from him. I heard my father snort and I turned to glare at him. He put his hands up in surrender and walked away, shaking his head, mumbling something about, “Kids these days…”