Shattered Glass

Something is Not Right

I thought about going to talk to mom, but I was too scared. I knew that if mom was mad she would start yelling. If she was sad she would start crying. And I know I don't want to see my mother yell or cry. Even though I didn't oversleep, I wish I did. I woke up and heard mom and dad talking. I didn't hear everything, but I think I got all the good stuff. Here is what I heard:
"I don't know, maybe we have to do it.
"Honey your overthinking it, she will be alright.
"We don't know that.
"Yes we do, she is a strong young women.
"It doesn't matter anymore, we need to protect her.
"Do you know anybody we can trust.
I couldn't hear anything anymore. I think they walked to a different room. I came out of my room, and said out loud "What were they talking about." I wish I didn't, because at that exact moment, mom and dad were standing in front of my door. Mom's arms were crossed, and dad was leaning against the wall behind her. I tried to pretend I didn't see them, but I 'accidentally' looked at them. I quickly pretended I was busy and ran back inside my room. I was there the whole day, too scared to come out of the blanket. With the conversation I heard stuck inside my head. I even found a little composition book under the bed, an tried to connect the dots, to what my parents were up to. I got it.