Cry Me a River
I’m not deaf; I can hear through the walls that hold all my parents secrets, but this secret destroyed the walls letting the screaming fill my ears with the truth. The word "divorce" rolls off your tongue with a bitter taste, like when you were a child and ate too much hard candy, and feeling as if you do not want to put your tongue back in your mouth. My dad had came home late again giving no previous sign of where he had been, so the family he had left for three days with no notice, was now more furious than worried. A fight was in the making; it was storming through the house like a hurricane, only getting stronger, and taking down anything in its path. Why I was in shock, I do not know; my dad had never once been accountable.
A typical night, my sister and I sound asleep in our rooms with the comforting sound of the dishes being washed, dreaming of princesses and recess peanut butter cups while holding on to our favorite stuffed animal. A squeaky door inches open with my dad trying to make his way in quietly yet his plan in ruined because my mom is standing right in front of him, her eyes as blue as the winter ice breaking, revealing a deep blue that sends shivers down your back. The shouting begins, vile and hateful words fill the air leaving no mercy, but that’s not what wakes me up it’s the loud crash of some type of glass hitting the floor. I press my cheeks against the cold, deceiving wall to make out every word of the conversation. “I’m sick of your childish ways and this mind game you play by not coming home and no one ever knows where you are! We have a family, and you need to start acting like a father to your kids by coming home instead of drinking and partying with your friends all day and if you think that’s too big of a job for you well then I’m getting a divorce!” My mother yells. That is when my temples started pounding and I did not want to look at the ground, scared my heart would be there. “Well let me sign the divorce...