Never Saying Sorry
"Please, please God--let her wake up," my father whispered. Faintly everything began to come back to me, the fall, the argument … and the baby. Damn her for doing this, damn her I thought bitterly. I tried to move my leg, but a terrible pain shot up my leg as soon as I attempted to do so, causing me to cry out. My father looked towards my face.
"Charlotte? …" I nodded faintly, to indicate I was listening. "Thank God!" he cried out.
"How long have I been unconscious?"
"Five hours."
"Five hours?"
"Yes, oh wait until your mother hears!"
"No … papa, I don't—WAIT!" I attempted, but it was no use, my mother was already heard whining down the hall.
I closed my eyes, when I opened them; my mother was standing in the doorway, with her hands on her hips.
"Charlotte, you know better than to listen in our conversations, I—"
"You lied to him mother."
"Charlotte, that is just between you and me … and anyway it's not a child's business to snoop into their parents' lives."
"I'm not a child anymore, mother, and this kind of thing … it's just not right."
"Your father lies."
"That's beside the point mother. What I'm trying to say is—"
"I AM YOUR MOTHER! CHARLOTTE, YOUR MOTHER, DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!"
Just then my father rushed in, and as if on cue, my mother burst into tears.
"What's going on here?" he said.
I turned my self in the other direction, while father comforted her, and lead her out of the room.
"Charlotte, you should apologize—"
"I'm never saying sorry, at least not until she does."
I turned around to go to sleep, with my father's shocked face in my mind, and the pain in my heart.
To Be Continued! I made the mistake of not saying that last time, now I am ~ D. Melody O'C