“You’ll be okay honey” Suzy sighed. The fact that she had sighed in such a manner was completely contradictory to the notion that I was going to be okay. She didn’t exactly fill me with confidence.
“I will?” I asked, presenting it as a question, although she didn’t really receive it as such. Or, if she had, she was pretending that it wasn’t to avoid bringing it into the conversation.
She nodded as we pulled up outside of the house, noting that my parent’s cars were both parked in the driveway. They had both arrived.
And, if it was anything similar to my anticipations, World War Three was about to take off in the house. Suzy got out of the car, walked around and opened the door on my side for me to get out easier. She grabbed me by the arm and helped me hop out, handing me my crutches.
“I have to head off, but come here” she said before wrapping her arms around me and squeezing me tightly. “You’ll be okay.”
I pulled away from her and smiled, unable to think of anything but the impending war I faced walking into my Aunt and Uncles house. Part of me wished I could have stayed in school with Midge and her friends to avoid everything. I knew I had to face it eventually, but maybe it would have been better once they’d both calmed down a little bit.
“Bye honey” she smiled before walking round and getting in her car once more. I sort of lingered for a moment, before it became obvious that I was standing there, and remembering that I was supposed to be a secret, I ran into the house as fast as I could with my leg in its state.
I opened and closed the door with good precision, considering I had a broken leg, and hobbled into the living room. I couldn’t hear anything. In fact, I couldn’t hear anything at all. They weren’t even mumbling. It was almost as though they were sitting in complete silence.
And as I walked into the living room, I noticed that they actually were sitting in complete silence.
Michelle and Brian were sitting on the two seater, and my mum and dad on the opposing three seater – seated on either side. And, of course, in the middle of the sofa there was a seat for me.
I sort of looked around the room, uneasy. Michelle and Brian stared up at me empathetically. My mum was just sort of staring forward and my dad was sitting with his head buried into his hands.
My mum looked surprisingly upset, and I couldn’t even see my dad’s face to tell whether or not he was.
“Are you going to sit down?” Michelle asked politely, looking up at me with glaring eyes. To avoid such stares, I nodded quickly and slowly walked over to the sofa, placing myself neatly in the middle of my parents.
Needless to say, it was rather depressing seeing them sitting there – my dad especially. I never knew that he had it in him to be so openly upset about something.
Well, then again, I never even knew that some of the guys had kids in the first place.
I wanted to console him – well, part of me did. There was a slight nagging feeling that I’d been pushing to the back of my mind that really, my dad hadn’t been any better in his behaviour than my mum had.
Granted I actually adored Wednesday, but still.
Maybe if my mum had treated me the way she’d treated my dad I’d feel different – but she hadn’t. And her treatment of me had been decidedly worse overall.
“Did you get enrolled okay?” she asked, trying to look at me and smile. “Even though your father and I weren’t there?”
I nodded, and instead of looking over to her, I looked at Matt. His head was still in his hands and I couldn’t even see him rising up to breath.
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