Your Not So Average Nerd

Chapter 2.

It was what felt like a few hours but was most likely closer to a few seconds before any of us made another move. On the dark granite counter tops, was a clean white piece of paper folded in half. Written in bold, capital letters was one simple word KIDS. Right away this was a terrible sign. It was clear that Chris and Will had the same fear as to what this paper said as I did.

Will slowly stepped forward picking up the paper almost as if it were to turn to flames at any given second. He read the letter out loud for Chris and I to hear.

William, Christopher, and Virginia:

I know how much you hate your full names, but this circumstance calls for them. I'm sorry as to not being able to tell you this in person; however, I had no choice. I owe you three an explanation, so here it goes. As you may have noticed, your mother and I have not been on the best of terms for the past couple of months. It started around the time Aunt Lily came for a visit. Aunt Lily and I have not gotten along since the day we met, but this time it lead to your mother and I getting into a fight as well. Since that day, your mother and I have hardly been able to hold a conversation without raising our voices. I promise you three that we tried our best. No one was cheating on anyone, and we hope to have a very clean break for the sake of you three. Your mother and I are getting a divorce, and I'm moving out. I have bought a house in Washington DC. I know it's quite far from New York, about four and a half hours from the city. I do not expect you guys to understand or forgive me for what is happening, but I do ask that you respect your mother all the same. Do not blame any of this on your mother. It is no one's fault. We drifted apart. There is nothing to fix this. We've been in marriage counseling since the day the fighting began, but it really isn't helping. And although I am four hours away, I am also only one phone call away. I still intend to be there for you kids. Only if you will let me. The decision that your mother and I made has been coming for a long time. It in no way reflects how much we both love you. I will miss you all. I'm sorry that I am now so far away, but this is for the best.

I will call once I've moved into my new apartment.

All my love. Always,

Dad

As Will finished reading the letter, I raced out of the room. This could not be happening. And there was only one way to know for sure.

Knowing my parents' room would be empty since my mother would still be at her law firm pretending nothing was happening, I tore open the door and went to the walk in closet. Without turning on the light I could tell. The right side was stuffed from floor to ceiling with shoe boxes, dress bags, hat boxes, and purses. The left side normally packed full with sport coats, tuxedos, ties, pants with the iron crease, and suits was now left empty with nothing to remember where all the clothes used to be except the hangers still hanging from the rod.

I broke down crying right in that clothes and didn't move a muscle. Even when Chris and Will picked me up and put me in my bed.

As the memory washes over me, I can't help but think of the pain the three of us went through and how much time I spent in this basement exercise room. My mind brought me back to that fall month and to the one person who I thought was actually trying to help. But after everything in our past I should have known better. Jake would never help anyone but himself.

And with that thought, I turned and punched the wall with all the strength I possessed.

"That probably wasn't my best idea," I murmured as I stared at the hole I had just put through the dry wall. As soon as I put my hand through the wall, Chris was downstairs. He has some sixth sense to know when I've done something wrong. Being the good boy he is, the second my mother gets home I'm in major trouble.