Hollow

0.4 // abandonment

0.4 Dad kept writing once a week after we left,

calling both our cells twice a day – morning and night.

Mom was quick to pack Fae's bags

and I was quick to pack my own.

I wanted to answer dad's calls or at least shoot him a text,

but every time my thumb hovered over his contact,

Fae stole my phone, until she then, deleted his number –

mom's too, not that I'd ever speak to her.

Still, I loved dad. Mom not so much.

But Fae was my other half and I had to keep her happy.

After all, dad chose mom over us, Fae.