Diary of a teenage b**** | ✔

Eighteen

We got home, and this time everyone was in a rush to help pack out the stuff and by pack I mean hurl the luggage out of the car and then onto the front foyer like barbarians

Mom and dad changed out of their sleepwear as it was now morning, and they hadn't changed nor taken a shower since yesterday

I looked at them showing my evident confusion at their sudden hurry

They looked as if they were off again

''uhm, may I ask what's happening''

Mom seemed to notice my presence for the first time

''do me a favor idaliah, tidy up, here and pack out everything''

I resisted the urge to smack myself

''well be back'' Hubert informed Frank and i

''back from where?'' Frank asked

''were going to get Wren'' Hubert cut in. ''come Dove'' he said gesturing for mom to take his hand

And they were off

I let the information sink in, and it brought an involuntary smile to my face, Wren was coming home

Wren was like my twin, we were the same age, mom got married to Hubert pretty early when he and I had become close, we did pretty much everything together, it was like having a best friend, and when he had left the silence had been deafening and now he was coming back

Mom and dad hadn't even left the house yet I was overjoyed, and my pulse was humming in anticipation

I was excited, could you blame me?

Truthfully I had sort of given up on my hopes that Wren would return, it had been a year and a half after all 

Did that mean he was coming back to school with me? Or was he traumatized from what happened with him and his mother that he never wanted to go back?

It hadn't happened that long ago, and I hadn't expected him to stay there so long, I hadn't expected him to be there at all

Frank helped at least pack out

''I thought he wasn't coming back'' Frank murmured yawning, him and I both were tired, it had been a long day

''why would you think that?'' I asked

''well mom and dad don't like him'' he stated dubiously

''he's their kid I think it would be impossible to not like your own kid'' I said, my tone sounding more defensive than I had intended

''how do you know this, do you have kids?''

''yes I have kids'' I answered sarcastically, holding back the urge to roll my eyes

''that's a sin, mom said you're not allowed to have kids if you not married'' Frank exclaimed

''mom says a lot of things are a sin'' I murmured

''no. but she says God punishes, if you disobey'' Frank insisted

''Jesus, it was a joke''

''so you don't have kids?'' he asked unsure

''no I don't have kids, and I don't think you know how pregnancy works, but being pregnant meant I'd have to actually have to carry a baby that progressively became bigger over time inside of my womb for 9 months, where I'd - ''

''this sounds boring'' Frank retorted, holding up a hand to shush me

I considered smacking him then, but I didn't

I shrugged instead

''why do you think mom and dad don't like Wren'' I asked unable to keep my curiosity at bay, that and I wanted to know what went through demon child aka Frank's head

''they don't like you sometimes as well'' Frank fixed

''you're a very mean kid'' I remarked

''am not''

I rolled my eyes I was not about to play the am not - yes you are game''

''they don't like it if you do bad things'' he remedied his previous statement, only making it worse

''define bad''

''disobeying god and mom and dad''

''and for them it's the same'' I muttered

''huh, I don't understand'' Frank asked scrunching up his nose

''nothing''

''so what is it that Wren has done that deemed him a sinner?''

''I don't know, mom said she doesn't like the things he does''

I scoffed, I didn't blame him for the choices he made, the way they forced religion down your throat like a religion pill, which was enough to drive anyone away, the only reason why I stayed is because I was coward, at least Wren was brave enough to do something about it

I was sort of annoyed by what Frank had said, and as Frank grew up I watched him become more of his annoying reflection of what was seemly important to mom

I ended up going to bed instead of waiting for their arrival, just thinking about Wren coming home made me nervous, it's just that he had been so long gone that I had missed him, and when people went away for short periods of times, it wasn't always the same immediately when they got back

I guess I was scared of that, what if the person that came home wasn't Wren