It's Not A Question But A Lesson Learned In Time

It's Not A Question But A Lesson Learned In Time - Chapter Four

I was just pouring a glass of water when he finally spoke,

“Frankie. I’m sorry.”

I remained silent. Staring out the window into the darkness.

“I know it’s my fault. And I regret it every day. I’m sorry we decided to do this again. Maybe we’re being selfish in doing it. But I never intended to hurt or betray you. You know that right?”

I couldn’t bring myself to reply to him. I couldn’t forgive him, but at the same time, I didn’t want to hate him anymore. I still knew I had to get out, but I knew that if I forgave him I would tell him my plan. And he would never let me out of his sight again for the fear of losing me. Maybe I was the selfish one in leaving. He’s already lost my mom, now I guess, he’s losing me too. But I can’t stay here. I honestly can’t.

“Please at least listen to me Frankie! I can only apologize so many times. I’m trying here!” he seemed to be practically begging me to talk to him. “Frankie what the hell happened to you?!” he finally yelled at me. I knew he’d wanted to do it for a while. I finally turned to him but still didn’t say a word. “I thought you would at least have the decency to acknowledge me! I thought you were better than this! I’ve tried to apologize so much for this. For what? For you to just ignore me? Just throw it in my face! I thought-”

“You clearly thought wrong then didn’t you?!” I finally screamed. “You don’t deserve to be acknowledged if you’re going to be such a jackass! I was under the impression you gave up doing this because of what happened to mom, and you stopped doing it to show you cared about her. So what? Are you just going to throw it in her face? Because that’s exactly what it seems like! It’s like an insult to her memory!”

Oh my god I’m feel so awful today! He looked hurt at that too. I can understand why though. I had had enough by that time. I slammed the glass down on the counter and pushed past him.

Friday cannot get here quick enough!

As soon as I got back up to my room, I switched on my laptop and waited, rather impatiently, for it to load. When it finally did I searched flights from here to London. The cheapest I could find was $795. I dunno whether that’s good or bad, but it would have to do. I opened my door and peered into the hallway, then I crept down to my dad’s room, I could hear him downstairs still, but I didn’t know how long I had. I finally found his wallet and grabbed his credit card.

After transferring a little over $800 into my own account from my dad’s I went back to the site I’d found the flight on.

Ok. Flight details, Friday, check in from seven thirty, flight at nine. To London Heathrow. Perfect.

Card details all correct, I hope. One thing left to do… confirm. I hovered the mouse over the cancel booking button for two seconds before shifting it to click confirm. I decided to put dad’s card back tomorrow. I’d already heard him go into his room; he’s probably going to be shut in there for the rest of the night, as Joe was already in bed. I checked my email a few minutes later and found my ticket, ready to be printed when I needed it.

There was a soft knock on my door; I ignored it, expecting it to be my dad. The door was then pushed open and I saw Joey’s tiny face appear, he looked up at me as if he was about to burst into tears.

“What’s up Joe? Why aren’t you in bed?” I asked beckoning him into the room. He closed the door and sat on the end of my bed. “Joey?”

“You and dad are fighting again aren’t you?” he mumbled.

“Oh no. we weren’t fighting. We just had a bit of a disagreement is all.”

“Then why were you shouting at each other?”

“Because…” This kid is too smart for his own good sometimes.

He let out a small sigh.

“I miss mom.”

“I know. Me too Joe. But she wouldn’t want you to be upset about her now would she?”

He shook his head. I sat on the bed next to him and hugged him.

“Do you think she’s ever going to come back?”

“I don’t know buddy. I really don’t.” I told him.

He sighed again and nodded.

“Can I stay in here for a little while?” he asked.

“Course you can. Come on.” I swooped him up and spun him around, making him laugh a little, before putting him back down at the top of the bed. He climbed under the duvet and snuggled into the pillows. I watched him for a minute as he closed his eyes, a small smile on his face.

Why am I doing this again?

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It's 1:30am and I'm staying up to watch the Super Bowl (Even though I'll be dead for college tomorrow) And I'm in a good mood because the Packers are currently winning, so I thought I'd post another chapter for y'all. If anyone's reading it that is.

Comments and votes would be really appreciated... So y'know :)

Also thanks to bleedingfiction and mamamia4ever for commenting on the last chapter :D Any other comments for any of the chapters would be much appreciated

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