Three days into summer break I went to see my dad.
I had been a complete wreck since Mason had left me and I didn’t know what to do. I hadn’t heard from him, though his mom had called once saying the girls missed me. I had rejected her invitation
to see them though, and retreated to my room where I sat in silence for days.
Mom, on the other hand, was taking her breakup quiet well. She said she had expected it, and being the well-together woman she was, was hosting house parties and even got a part time job at the
library. It wasn’t that we needed the money, she was just bored and ten hours a week shelving books relaxed her.
I however, couldn’t be relaxed. I spent my days in a cloud of darkness and cursed the sun for shining. I realized, all too late, that I had made Mason my whole life. This, made it so much harder to
deal with his leaving, I was too dependent on him.
I drove my car into the city. Big skyscrapers rose up to the clouds and I easily found dads. It was familiar to me, the marble statue out front, the nice lady behind the desk that gave me a
sympathetic smile when she saw me.
At first, that confused me, but then I thought she must have known that my parents were separating.
Then, I looked in the mirror and realized that maybe my appearance just warned people I was in the middle of a breakdown.
I was in jeans that I had slept in the night before, they were unnaturally wrinkled and my tee shirt had an ice cream stain on the front. My tennis shoes were mud caked from walking through the
grass to get to dad faster and my hair was frizzy and untamed.
I walked right past her and to the elevator.
Dad’s office was number 113 on the second floor. I remembered.
I didn’t knock on his door but instead walked in. He was standing in front of his window looking down on the city.
“Dad,” I said stiffly.
He turned around, a bit startled by my appearance, “Bella, oh Bella, I am so sorry I haven’t talked to you lately…”
I sat in a chair and turned away from him as he tried to hug me.
“I came,” I said simply.
He sighed, “Yes. Yes you did.”
We sat in awkward silence for a bit before he launched in about his newest project; he gave me a lot of statistics I didn’t understand and I nodded half heartedly at his excited gestures.
About twenty minutes later he tried to usher me out the door. I knew we had a small selection of things to talk about but still, I didn’t understand this. I figured he’d want to talk to me, to see
me, even take me out to lunch.
His break was in five minutes. Suddenly, this was very clear.
She was coming.
I didn’t know who ‘she’ was, but I was curious. Out of curiosity I stalled for ten minutes long minutes before finally, a knock came at the door.
She didn’t give dad time to answer, she simply walked in.
I don’t know why I wanted to see this woman that had ruined the one stable, constant thing in my life, but I did. It was as simple as that. I had no other explanation.
“Dearest,” she cried out happily, the end of the word raveled out as she realized he wasn’t alone.
I kept my eyes on her, my smile warm, but my eyes ice cold as I studied her.
She was tall for a woman and had bleached blonde hair. Her expensive leather jacket vest was left unzipped in the front, where she was revealing a bit too much cleavage in my opinion. She had on
brown dress slacks and a Prada purse.
My first instinct was to slap her.
My second was to introduce myself.
“Hello, I’m Bella,” I said, extending my hand.
She hesitated, “Kim,” she said, returning my hand shake.
“I’m his daughter,” I said, gesturing towards my dad.
Her bright blue eyes grew big, “Oh, oh…oh,” she said.
“I better get going, my life’s a bit busy, you know, what with everything I’m going through,” I said.
Dad gave me a look and said, “I’ll walk you out,”
I smiled at Kim as we left.
“Bella, can you TRY to be nice?” he sternly whispered as we left Kim in his office.
“I was nice,” I defended.
He glared at me, “No, you weren’t,”
“Listen dad,” I said, my anger towards him was immense now, “I don’t like her, and frankly, I don’t like you either. You killed mom, and me, and you don’t even ask how I’m doing. You act like
everything’s fine. Well, everything is not fine, I can see me way out,”
I left him, standing at the elevator, gaping at me.
I left him, because I couldn’t stay and watch him leave me.
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