Broken

Chapter 9

The ride from dad's house yesterday was awkwardly quiet, and I liked it that way. I know I said things that hurt mom, but she also did things that hurt me, and I don't plan on apologizing before she apologizes for hurting me first. It hurts that she doesn't even care that I saw she and Michael together. She even had the guts to bring him home again this afternoon. I was so irritated by the way he acted, and I had to leave the house for them. I went to the beach, as usual, when my phone rang. It was a message from Robert. It said he was sorry for what happened, and he wanted us to meet somewhere and talk.

I replied, saying that he could say whatever he wanted to say via text message, because there was no way I would make time to see him after what he did.

A few seconds later, he replied, saying he just wanted to clear up some things.

I ignored his message and shoved my phone back in my pocket. I refuse to let him ruin my mood again. If he can't say whatever he has to say via text message, then I think he'd be better off shutting his mouth. He's been blowing up my phone since yesterday, all in the name of some "explanation" that I obviously don't need.

Hours passed, and the sun started setting. I contemplated on either going to Ray's place, or going home. I settled for the latter, because I couldn't stand Michael, and he was probably still at home. When I got to Ray's place, his parents weren't at home. Ray said it was they were out for date night.

Mr and Mrs Thompson always have date night on Saturdays, because they believe some quality time away from their kids will spark up some old flames and it would keep them together. Sometimes, I wish my parents could take some marital advice from them, because things would be much better if they did. As usual, Ray ushered me in with a smile, and I went straight to the kitchen to get some water. I turned on the faucet and watched the water flow till it filled the cup up. I could feel Ray's eyes on me, and I avoided eye contact, because I know he's mad at me.

"Where have you been? What happened?" He asked, obviously worried "you totally went MIA on me yesterday. I couldn't reach you on your cell, and I went to your mom's place, but nobody was there either. Did something happen?"

"You look so cute when you're worried" I burst into laughter. I have no idea why I'm laughing, but I laugh anyway. "Thank you. For everything"

"Haha so funny" he keeps a straight face, which makes me laugh more "Abbie. Talk to me. You only laugh like this when you're emotionally stressed. What's wrong?"

I laughed so hard, tears rolled down my cheeks. The moment tears began to roll down my cheeks, I started crying, and cried as hard as I could. Ray didn't say anything. Instead he moved closer and gave me a tight hug. That's exactly what I need right now. I let the tears flow, as I cry profusely on his chest. After crying for what seemed like 5 minutes, I calmed down and pulled away from the hug to wipe my tears. "Where do I start from?" I asked him, trying to smile a little.

"The beginning?"

"Okay. Did I tell you I was going to see Rob yesterday?"

"Yeah you did. What happened?"

"I caught him kissing Kayla when I walked into his room yesterday"

"That bastard. He called me yesterday. He asked if I had talked to you. When I said no and asked what was up, he said he wasn't able to get through to you"

"When I got to dad's place, mom was there and she made me come back home with her. I didn't want to, but she forced me. She wasn't even sorry about what happened. When I asked her about it, she said her sex life was none of my business. This afternoon, she invited the man home. I think his name is Michael. They acted so shameless, and it was irritating. They didn't even acknowledge my presence. That was why I left the house. I went to the beach to cool off, and then Rob texted me again. He's been calling nonstop since yesterday. He said he wanted to explain what happened, and I told him to save it if he couldn't want to say it via text message."

"I'm so sorry you had to go through all that alone" he pulled me in for another hug.

"I think Michael is still with her. Can I sleep over tonight?"

"Do you even have to ask?"

"Thank you." I sniffed "thanks for everything. I really appreciate"

"Anytime sugar. I think you need to get some sleep now."

"I really do. Goodnight Ray" I dismissed him and went straight to the guest room, which had now become my room. When I got in, I switched on the lights to help me find my way to the bed, and I switched them off when I layed down. I checked my phone for any messages from mom. Not that I cared if they were any, but I just wanted to know if she was worried or not, and I was a little disappointed and sad when I didn't see any message from her. Instead, I saw tons of messages from Robert, and it pissed me off a little. I opened his messages, and what I saw pissed me off even more. He sent messages like:

It's not what you think...

Please answer me.

Say something.

Pick up your calls.

Please let me fix us.

I can explain.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

I love you.

Please give me one more chance.

I'm sorry.

Sorry doesn't cut it Robert. I replied, after reading the last message.

Almost immediately, I received another text message. I know. I know I messed up. Tell me how to fix us.

There's no fixing "us". We're done for good. Goodnight Robert. I replied, and blocked his number. A few minutes later, I heard Paul and Rebecca return from date night. They sounded happy, and the house was filled with Rebecca's laughter as I drifted off to sleep.

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