I left the hospital walking slowly to my car as a steady stream
of tears rolled off my face. I drove home. Not to Mason's
apartment, it was too much about his past, and I knew his past
and his future were going to be very different things.
"Bella?" mom asked.
I looked at her, the hesitant smile on her lips, her wrinkles on
her forehead. She had always been beautiful but over the last few
years she had accumulated a few wrinkles on her forehead. Her
dirty blonde hair was pulled back in a high ponytail and she was
dressed in dark blue jeans and a plain green tee shirt.
I smiled through my tears at her, "Mom," I hugged her.
"I've missed you," she sighed.
Then I sobbed harder, I hadn't seen her for a week. It was all my
fault, I forgot about my family.
She sighed, "He's been working…a lot,"
I studied her face for a minute and decided not to press her and
dads relationship issues further.
But then, it turned out I didn't have to.
"Oh Bella," she collapsed onto my shoulder as I walked her to the
couch in the living room, "Your father and I haven't been getting
along the greatest, but I never thought, I never expected, I
"What?" I asked, I didn't understand what she was saying, but I
understood the raw fear in her eyes.
"He's…he's…there's a girl. She's young, she's pretty, she's
better…" my mom trailed off again.
"Oh mom, are you sure?" I asked concerned. My mom didn't deal
well with being along. I left her, and so had dad.
She nodded, "I asked him. He denied at first, but one day I went
to bring him lunch, he….he used to love it when I'd bring him
lunch…she was…there. I asked her how she could go breaking up a
family, what made her think she was so….good…she didn't know what
to say. I'm leaving your father, or, he's already left me to be
I hugged her and we rocked back and forth crying. I cried for her
and for dad, for Mason too.
"He still wants to see you Bella," she said after a moment.
I sighed, "Alright,"
I grabbed my keys and told mom I'd be back, she looked hesitant
but let me go.
Once in the car I drove to the convenient store. I picked up a
gallon of chocolate ice cream, my mom's favourite assortment of
celebrity gossip magazines, and a new movie that was a comedy. I
made sure it didn't have a love story and had the young girl
behind the counter ring it all up. I hurriedly paid her and was
back home in twenty minutes. Mom and I spent the night eating
from the ice cream carton and laughing about two celebs that got
in a fist fight over a pet dog.�It was good to be home; even
though home had changed so much. With dad gone, and all his
stuff, the house seemed large and empty. Mom seemed more than
happy to have me home for a bit and I briefly explained Mason's
When we got tired we climbed the stairs to our rooms in silence.
She turned to the left to go to her master bedroom and I turned
to the right to go to my room. I reached the door handle when I
heard a sniffle from her. Without giving it a second thought I
walked into her room and slept next to her, holding her hand
until the morning.