Brayden -Chapter 9
When you get home from the River, please give me a call. There’s something I need to talk to you about. I’m staying at Gramma Rose’s house until your father leaves for his meeting in Vancouver. Everything is okay, just call me.
I read the note over and over until it was burned into my brain. Something went wrong while I was gone. It’s never gotten this bad during a fight. I ran around the house searching for my Dad, but it was empty. I felt like falling onto the floor and drowning myself in my tears, but I held myself together.
When I walked into our dinning room, I noticed the greenish hazel vase my mom got for her promotion three years ago, along with many other glass like objects, were shattered next to our family portrait. We all wore matching navy shirts with what I thought was the ugliest pair of white pants. I remember right before we went in to take the pictures, I spilt ketchup t. right on my thigh making it look like I had my period, so I had to put my hand over it in the picture.
I started shaking, from crying so hard, as I dialed my mother’s number. It rang once, then she answered. She must’ve been waiting for me to call.
“Mom, what happened? Where’s Dad?”
“Baby, I need you to pack some clothes and come to Gramma’s house.” She said ignoring my question. Her voice was shaky but still had seriousness in it.
“No Mom!” I started crying again. “What happened!”
There was no answer. Just the sound of my grandmother comforting my mother as she cried.
I hung the phone up with anger, but walked away from it with pity. My mom needed me just as much as I needed her, but she wouldn’t tell me what was going on. I took a deep breath to control my crying then went to my room to go pack a bag. Rain started to fall hard on the roof and the lights flickered a little. I left a note for my Dad on the counter in case he was to come home.
“Dad, I’m staying at Brayden’s until you and mom fix whatever happened.”
I opened the door and was immediately walking with force to my car. The wind felt like a wrestler was pushing me back inside. I started the car and backed out of the drive way and began driving in the direction of Brayden’s house
I had forgotten all about what Brayden told me just an hour ago. It felt like a completely new day with all that happened. I wanted to cry again, but nothing came out, I was dried of tears. I pulled out of my neighborhood and onto the main road. There were hardly any cars. I saw only two the whole way to his complex. I dialed his number and waited for him to answer. Ring after ring after ring. I began to get impatient. The rain started coming down in sheets making it unbearable to see what was in front of me. I slowed down a little to try to notice where I was at. Right as Brayden said hello, I felt a strong force suddenly take over my body. Loud screeching and the breaking of glass was all I remembered hearing.