Broken

Chapter 6

It's 9pm, and mom isn't back. She usually leaves the office by 5pm and gets home by 6pm. She's been getting home later than usual since the divorce, and I don't know what has been keeping her so long.

Where the heck did that noise come fr... Before completing the statement in my head, I heard another loud crash. I slept off while waiting for mom to come home, and a loud noise from the living room woke me up. I really have to check this out. Is the house being burgled? Oh no. Oh my God. At the thought of the house being burgled, my body froze. This couldn't be happening. I don't know what I'd do if the house really got burgled at 1am, when I'm alone at home. The thought of this has my heart racing. After thinking for about 3 minutes, I decided to check out what was happening downstairs. The moment I opened my room door, I heard another loud crash, and I wondered if this was really a good idea. I mean, who decides to face a burglar without a weapon? Obviously, me. I stepped out of my room, silently praying that whatever was in my head stayed in my head, and that real burglars weren't in the house. I moved toward the stairs slowly, thinking of what to use for defence, when I heard voices. Whose voice could that be. I moved closer when I realized it wasn't really voices I heard. Someone was moaning. I had to check who it was. I rushed down the stairs quietly and moved to the kitchen, where the moan was coming from. When I got to the kitchen, I saw mom sitting on the kitchen Island with a man in front of her. What in the world is happening?! Is this reality or just another bad dream? That's definitely not my dad. I pinched myself, to make sure it wasn't a dream. After several painful pinches, they were still there. Could this really be true? Is mom really making out on the counter top with another man right now? I blinked severally to make sure I wasn't sleep walking, and and that I wasn't in someone else's house. I've been standing there for almost 5 minutes, and they didn't even know I was there. I wanted it to stay that way, because it would be all shades of awkward if they found out I was there. I silently walked back to my room with tear filled eyes and locked my door. I felt like screaming my lungs out till the world came to my aid. It hasn't even been up to a month since mom and dad got divorced. Heck, its not even been 3 weeks yet, and mom is already seeing another man. To top that, she had the guts to bring him to home. Does dad know about this? Could this be the awful past they talked about? How could mom stoop so low? I can't take this anymore. I picked up my phone to call my dad. It's so late. I just hope I don't get his voicemail. I called his number and he picked it on the second ring. Thank God.

"Abbie?" His voice sounded like he was asleep.

"Dad" I broke into silent sobs. "Did I wake you?"

"No. It's okay. Are you okay? What's wrong?"

"Dad I'm sorry"

"What's wrong Abbie? Why are you sorry?"

"It's mom"

"Talk to me Abbie. What's wrong with your mom?"

"Dad she brought a man home" at this point, I couldn't hold the tears in anymore, so I let it all out.

"What?! Hold on Abbie. I'd be there soon"

"Okay dad" I sniffed.

In less than 30 minutes, dad called back. "I'm outside"

"Okay dad. I'll be down in 5"

I stepped out of my room, being extra careful not to make a sound. When I got down the stairs, I scanned the living room to make sure it was empty, before proceeding. I quietly unlocked the door and stepped out.

"I came as fast as I could. Do you want to talk about it?"

I nodded positively.

"Should I take you somewhere else?"