I end the call and throw my phone on my bed.

I should've known it would fall on the ground again.

Who cares.

I lay down on my bed and sigh.

This was just getting too complicated.

I sigh again.

''Britty? Uh, dinner's ready" I hear my mother call from downstairs.

I turn around and grumbl in my pillow.

I am so not ready for this.

"Brittany, honey?"

I take a deep breath and get up.

I sit on the edge of my bed, recalling the memory of what happened here a couple of days ago.

It would be easier if I could just forget it all.

Wouldn't it?

Thinking my mom is going to call me again soon, I stand up and walk downstairs.

My parents are already at the table.

This is so awkward.

"Good evening, Brittany.." my dad says, forcing a smile.

I sit down and look up at him.

''I hope you washed your hands.''

Wait for it.

It gets worse.

I can see my dad frown, and he suddenly gets up from the table.

He walks to the kitchen and I hear the water stream a second later.

HE IS FUCKING WASHING HIS HANDS

RIGHT NOW

OMFG

"Mom''

''Yes?'' She smiles that motherly smile at me.

You know, the kind of smile every child secretely finds a bit disturbing.

''You too?''

''Oh ofcourse not, honey''

I frown ''You didn't wash your hands?"

''No, ofcourse I did that.'' She answers a bit offended.

I sigh softly in relief.

''But I also didn't use my hands the way he did .."

My eyes widen and my mouth drops open "MOM! I DID NOT NEED TO KNOW THAT!'' I shout.

My mother chuckles ''Oh c'mon, dear. You're almost a grown up now, is sex still so gross to you?"

Meanwhile my dad sat down at the table again, fiddling with his hands.

''I am not a grown up, mom. And no, it's not. But nobody wants to see their parents go down on eachother.''

My dad suddenly looks a bit shocked "You saw that?"

"Ooohw!" I shout out horrified "This is just too much!'' I get up from my chair, pick up my plate and turn to them.

''I am in my room. And if you need me, well .. Don't.''

"Brittany ...'' my mom tries to call me back, but I'm just too grossed out right now.

I get to my room and before I know it, I'm dialing Santana's number again.

Why do I even do this.

BEEP

I'm mad at her.

BEEP

I have other friends ..

BEEP

Why don't I just call Mercedes? Or Blaine? Or even Quinn?

BEEP

No, not Quinn.

BEEP

Not any of them ..

"Britt? Hello?''

Thoughts?