"David! What the hell is wrong with you?" Mom yelled apathetically, I quickly noticed how bug-eyed she looked after discovering how bad her utterances had been.
"Really? Are you seriously asking me that?" Dad responded in a low tone of voice looking at her with share disgust. "After 17 years of marriage, you have the guts to ask me that godforsaken question" he sputtered. He walked over to mom's large mahogany-decorated dressing mirror, choleric with indignation and clenching his hands.
"Look David, this is not working out for us, you're not getting my point" Mom insisted, etching an expressionless feeling on her face. "Lookit, let's just call over once and for all"
"Seriously? Are you bailing on me?" Dad asked throwing a questioning look at her.
"Yes" she replied with a little bit of remorse in her tone.
"Fine! I'll call Carl tomorrow. We're getting divorced ASAP" he responded. And with that he stood up and walked towards their bedroom door, jerking open the door. I shivered as his face met mine.
"Hey, how long have you been here?" He asked ruffling my hair.
"Long enough to know our once perfect family is tearing apart" I said showing him how erudite and inoblivious I was to the present situation.
"Son, everything is gonna alright" He cooed bitterly placing his hand on my shoulder. "Hey, listen to me, its gonna be you and me now, we'll do great without your momma, trust me" he added almost immediately after noticing how gloomy and indignant I looked.
"Dad" I called out. "don't leave me too" I said starring intently at his eye.
"I won't, trust me Randall" and with that he left, walking towards our front yard, I could here the sputtering sound of dad's SUV as it revved forward and later fading into low hum as it moved farther away from our garage into the street of the well trimmed lawns in our neighbourhood.
Living in this part of town can be best described as BORING . We live in the rich remote part of town where celebrities hide far away from paparazzi and the media. Most of them complain about journalists invading their personal space, and I must say I'm quite comfortable with the way we live in our big abode.
Being the only son of one of the most popular DJ in the country, I was proud of dad's achievement. He was a great father, doesn't get angry easily, had always been at my beck and call all my life, he gave me more than I could ask from a father. For most part of my life, I've always been alone, Dad's always in the studio, producing music and Mom, well, I've always question her relationship to me. Looking closely at her attitude, its always hard to tell if she really is my mother. Apart from the slick stature and blue eyes I inherited from her, we had absolutely nothing in common. Even though Dad worked really hard, he still creates time for me amidst his tight schedules. My mom, totally a different story, all she knows is her job, she tends to give her work a 100% focus than tending to her homely issues and that, was the epitome of our broken home. I wondered if Victoria secret knew how their label had changed my mom's DNA through the years she's been with them.
"Mom!" I called out as I raced my way through the well illuminated passageway, knocking my Nike sneakers heavily on the tiled floor.
"Yes Hun" she responded almost immediately as I entered the master bedroom where she was in.
"You're unbelievable!" I grumbled at her with a disgustful look on my face. "You've just been home for how long? 2 days and this has happened, Gosh I cant freaking believe this is happening" I said hitting my head hard with my palm.
"Watch your language Randall" she replied softly, and I could tell she made that statement softly just because she didn't want me to pour out all my wrapped-up emotions. Even with the intensity of the dense atmosphere I was surprised she still picked up my loose word.
"You know I tried hard to be there for you" she stated with trickle of tear drop rolling off her left eye. "Things are not working out between your dad and I, we've been together long before you were even born, but there comes a time in everyone's life when things tends to change. I know you hate me for this and I totally agree with you, you have the right to be mad at me. And I know when more older you'll understand me. I want you to know I don't hate you and neither does your dad hate you but we're doing this at your own best interest"
"How?" I huffed immediately giving her one of my WTF look.
"It will be a bad influence on you if you keep seeing us both fight a lot, exchanging bad words and hurtful emotions and life wouldn't be like what we had before" she answered, looking intently at me like I was a fragile object.
"You've made your choice mom, can't do nothing about that now" I said, looking at her quizzically. She held my hands and draw me closer to her, wrapping her hands around me tightly which made me uncomfortable.
"I love you Randall"
"I love you too mom"
"You can come to me anytime, okay? I'll be there for you, I promise" she said with a cracking voice as she was about to break down in tears.
"Its okay mom, I'll be fine" I assured her. "As much as I'll love to see you around, but it's way past my reach now, I hope you'll be happy."
"Of course I will sweetie" she said smiling back at me. "As long as I have you, I'll be happy cause you're the best thing thats ever happened to me"
"Aw! That's so sweet mom" I replied with a smirk. The sullen faces we both wore before starting this conversation were both gone. I released myself from her braces and straighten my clothe.
"Mom, I gotta go, I'll seeya later" I said to her softly.
"Of course you will, be back on time for dinner" she quickly added immediately she saw me leaving.
"Ah! The last supper supper,eh?" chuckle and quickly spotted the grimace on her face. "Just kidding mom!" I added immediately and left after blowing her kisses.
A/N: Hello dear loving readers, its good to know someone actually cares about what things I do during my leisure which happens to be writing. Anyways what do you think of this? I hope you could feel the emotion there cus I tried hard to add that. What do you think of the early divorce? And lastly what do you think of Randall's character?
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Teen FictionHave you ever been at the receiving end of a nasty divorce? At the turn of the year, Randall's life couldn't get any worse after his parents divorced, just about when he thought everything was over he was totally thunderstruck when he discovered his...
