Chapter Four

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Cairo (Edited)

Sympathy. Anger. Hurt. Happiness.

Those are the emotions coursing through me right now.

I know, you're wondering how I could be happy. Well, it's because I hope. The wolves may not kill us, and if they don't, we can go to a public school. We can live a kinda normal life.

"I can't believe Rebecca kicked me out," my mother exclaims for about the billionth time.

I sigh internally. Only three more minutes until we separate into our own rooms. And I won't have to hear her constant ranting.

"Mom, she didn't kick you out. You left," I explain to her for the billionth time.

"And how dare she say that my own husband has cheated on me!" Mom yells, opening the house door.

"Maybe she was telling truth," I mutter, trudging to my room.

"She's lying," I hear Dad yell right before I shut my door.

See, my parents didn't get into arguments a lot, but when they did, it was horrible. There were slaps (my Mom hitting my Dad) and cursing and tears and much, much more.

"How do I know..." I hear Mom start.

I sigh, going to my own, private bathroom. My parents thought that since I was a teen, I need my own bathroom. It wasn't nice or anything, but I was thankful. It had a shower, a sink, and a toilet and that's all I needed.

"...you!"

I sigh and decide to take a shower. Maybe I won't be able to hear their argument.

As I turn the water on, I think about what Skylar's Dad said.

Would my Dad really cheat? Is he not loyal to Mom? Is it the first time?

I sigh. I don't think Dad would ever cheat, but I know Skylar's Dad would never lie about something like that. And just as I thought that, a memory zapped through me.

It was a Sunday night. Dad had off, Mom didn't. I heard the front door open and close.

When I peeked out my room door, Dad was walking down the hallway to his room. I noticed red lipstick on his lips, and his hair was ruffled.

I shrugged it off at that moment, thinking that Mom and Dad probably got home at the same time.

But now, I know. That wasn't Mom. It was someone else. Mom got home later, I heard her say goodnight to me. And Mom doesn't wear color lipstick. Like, ever.

I turn the water off, gasping.

Dad really did cheat. How could he do that to us? What have we done wrong? What about Mom? She was such a nice person with the best personality. How could he hurt her?

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Skylar

"How could you let this happen, Skylar," Dad says, sadness in his voice. But I heard the fear there. I wasn't the only one who was scared. Scared that we would be killed. Or worse, sent to the king.

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