So…this is a big step for me. I'm going into Annabelle's POV. We'll see how it works out, but I thought it would be nice to include a little of how she feels about the whole situation.
Let me know how you like it.
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Annabelle POV
I was seven years old when my parents got divorced, and I didn't understand it. They had come into my room one night, and I could tell my mom had been crying. My parents sat me down and explained that although they had once loved each other, they weren't in love anymore and were getting a divorce. They both promised that they loved me very much and would try and make life as normal as possible, but it was hard to adjust to having two houses, two schedules, and two of basically everything else.
At first, like any other little kid, I had wished on a star every single night and hoped my parents would get back together and we would be a family again. But then, I grew up. My parents didn't love each other anymore, but I didn't understand how that could happen.
If you love someone enough to marry them and have a baby, why can't you love them forever?
Of course, I'm thirteen years old now and understand it a little better. My parents were never in love like the characters from movies. As my dad had put in countless times, they loved each other, but 'just not enough'. Once I adjusted to everything, this life seems normal. I spend one month with my mom, and then one month with my dad. I go to the same school, and I have the same friends.
But for some reason, it sometimes feels a lot harder than that. I can't help but wonder if my parents are unhappy. I know they've dated other people; but I haven't met any of them, and we've never talked about it. And then this morning my dad had mentioned a girl. Bella.
The look in his eyes when he said her name made me angry for some reason, and even a little sad. I wanted my parents to be happy, but still, somewhere deep down, I wanted them to be happy together. I can remember moments from my childhood that make it impossible for me to think they weren't in love.
I remember our last Christmas together, when I was six. My parents said they had already been unhappy together then, but none of my memories supported that. I remember opening presents around the huge Christmas tree in the living room, and I remember my daddy giving my mommy a diamond necklace that she loved. The memory was hazy, but I remember them kissing happily under the mistletoe.
And then, by the next Christmas, it was all over. My mom moved out and everything changed.
Most of the time, I like it better at my dad's house. He doesn't smother me; he makes things more fun. When I'm at my mom's house, she's always asking me about my dad. I don't know why, but she seems very interested in what he's doing. I can have fun with my dad. He's teaching me how to play piano and promised that when I turned sixteen, he's going to teach me how to drive and get me a car.
Make no mistakes, I love both my parents. But things just seem easier with my dad. And now that he's dating someone else…I'm going to lose him, and I can't let that happen.
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"How was everything at your dad's, Annabelle?" My mom asked, standing in the doorway of my bedroom. I sighed and glanced up at her, knowing the look in her eyes. She wanted dirt.
"It was fun." I said simply. "I got an A on my Science test last week, and daddy helped me study." I shrugged.
My mom nodded and came into the room, sitting on the foot of my bed. "That's good. Dad's pretty good at science." She said, and I nodded, not sure of what else to do. "Did you see your grandma at all?" Mom asked nonchalantly, and I knew she wanted to know if dad had gone out. Which he had.
"Yeah, she watched me last night. And last Saturday night." I said, and then decided to change the subject. "When am I old enough to stay home by myself?" I asked, and my mom frowned.
"Um…well, I'll have to talk to your dad about it." She said, and then pounced right back on track.
"So, where was your dad when grandma watched you?"
I hesitated, trying to come up with something to say. I couldn't lie, that would be wrong. But I didn't have to tell her the whole truth. "Last night he had dinner with Aunt Tanya and Uncle Emmet. And last weekend…I don't know what he did. He didn't get back til late, and I was already asleep and he worked early the next morning."
My mom nodded, but her blue eyes were narrowed slightly. "Alright. I'll let you alone then." She said, and kissed the top of my head, her blonde hair swishing and brushing over my face.
I watched her leave the room, then I rolled over on my back and stared up at the ceiling. I wanted my parents to get back together, but that wasn't happening anytime soon.
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Sorry this is a bit short…I might update again later, but I'm not sure.
SO how did you like Annabelle?
Xoxo- Melodyella aka Mellie