I opened the door and he asks calmly, "Why didn't you tell me they were my kids?" I was too stunned to speak so my jaw dropped and I stuttered and shaked, "I-I-I".
"Why didn't you tell me they were my kids?" he repeated more angry this time, I shook my head hoping I was dreaming, yes, yes. No, I'm not dreaming, I'm in a nightmare that's it. It's like every other night- a nightmare. I gave myself a light pinch- no not nightmare, its real life.
"You should've told me! I could've stayed and helped!"
"Rory, you signed up to be in America for a year not a lifetime! I couldn't take the opportunities away so you could take care of some kids!" I told him
"Still, you should've told me!"
"You would've come back! They aren't even kids someone would be proud of! Did you know Caroline grabbed a girl's hair and glued it to a table? Did you know Damian asked when she was going to get fired or have a nose job? And you're such a hypocrite!" she screamed, hoping this would make her tears not want to come pouring down her cheeks "You said you were going to be deported! Talk about telling the truth you Hypocrite!" It was a bit of a sad comeback but it's all she had.
"I did it because I loved you! Apparently you didn't love me enough!'' tears were rolling down her cheeks
"Do you think I didn't go thinking about telling you? Every night I thought about calling you, but you were better off without me. And it hurt every night, I sometimes cried myself to sleep. I loved you, so I let you go."
"No, you didn't, if you did you would've told me!" I shook my head but it wouldn't make this moment go away
"Stop! Stop yelling! Just get out!" he looked like he wanted to say more but luckily he didn't push and he left in a heartbeat with a disgusted glance. When he left I cried with all the tears I had, I didn't expect him to yell, but I knew it wouldn't be any different on what I thought. He was going to get angry, and I was going to cry. Why hadn't I given up the kids? Why didn't I tell him?
There was suddenly a strong smell of something burning, and I open my eyes. I can barely see a thing and my asthma is starting up. The room is fading into a velvet black color and I'm going with it….
