/N: By the way, I'm from the UK so if I get some things about schools in
USA mixed up, don't blame me! Thanks for the replies, you guys are great
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I kept on running right out of the school gate and down the street. I didn't stop running until I got to my porch. My heat was beating and my feet were aching. I just needed to get out of there, away from everybody asking me questions. "Are you ok Katie? What's the matter Katie? Everything going alright?" No, no, no, no, no! Everything was all wrong and not ok at all.
I pulled out a key from my pocket and let myself into the house. Luckily for me, Mum was still at work. I almost called out for Dad without realising.
You idiot,I thought to myself, you have got to get a grip, Katie. You can't keep doing this stupid habits.
I felt tears well up in my eyes as I thought back through almost my whole life. Coming home from school was great. When I was a kid, Dad would pick me up and spin me around and around until I nearly puked. As I got older, Dad used to hug me and ask me how my day was.
I couldnt help it, all the memories came flooding back and tear spilled over my eyelids. I held my hand to my mouth to stop myself from crying out loud.
"Promise me you wont get upset Katie, I love you and I don't want to hurt you. You have to promise to be strong for me."
"I promise Dad."
I guess I was breaking my promise. How could I feel guilty for getting upset? It was all their fault, my parents. They decided to divorce, not me. I didnÀÀt want all this.
"Oh for goodness sake Rick, you're not dying! You're going to see her next week for dinner."
My Mom. She was careless and uncompassionate. How could she be so straight forward about everything? She just didn't get it. It was all fine for her. She and Dad had been rowing for months, they didn't love each other anymore, it was a good thing for her when Dad packed up his things and left. Didn't she realise how I felt? My Dad, the person I had shared my house with for fourteen years, was leaving for good.
"You're not to tell anyone just yet Katie. Me and your Dad don't want any attention right now."
So that was that, I wasn't allowed to tell anyone even though it was tearing me apart inside. It was all one big secret.
"Come on Katie, cheer up. You've been acting down for days. Lets get our life back to normal, come on darling, lets not make a big deal out of it."
How could Mom be so unemotional? I hated her. I hated Dad for leaving. I hated both of them and if I had my way, I wouldn't live with either of them. Even though I felt this way, I still missed Dad. I hate him but I missed him too. His apartment wasn't ready yet so I couldn't visit him. We just had to talk on the phone. Just like last night's phone call....
"How are you Katie? How's school? I've missed you a lot."
"Me too Dad. I want you to come back and be my Dad again."
"Don't be silly, I'll always be your Dad, even if I'm on the other side of the world."
"No, a Dad lives in the same house. A Dad speaks to his children every day. A Dad will do anything to avoid hurting their children!"
I hung up not knowing what to think anymore. I still didn't know what to think, about school, my friends, my parents....or Freddy....
I kept on running right out of the school gate and down the street. I didn't stop running until I got to my porch. My heat was beating and my feet were aching. I just needed to get out of there, away from everybody asking me questions. "Are you ok Katie? What's the matter Katie? Everything going alright?" No, no, no, no, no! Everything was all wrong and not ok at all.
I pulled out a key from my pocket and let myself into the house. Luckily for me, Mum was still at work. I almost called out for Dad without realising.
You idiot,I thought to myself, you have got to get a grip, Katie. You can't keep doing this stupid habits.
I felt tears well up in my eyes as I thought back through almost my whole life. Coming home from school was great. When I was a kid, Dad would pick me up and spin me around and around until I nearly puked. As I got older, Dad used to hug me and ask me how my day was.
I couldnt help it, all the memories came flooding back and tear spilled over my eyelids. I held my hand to my mouth to stop myself from crying out loud.
"Promise me you wont get upset Katie, I love you and I don't want to hurt you. You have to promise to be strong for me."
"I promise Dad."
I guess I was breaking my promise. How could I feel guilty for getting upset? It was all their fault, my parents. They decided to divorce, not me. I didnÀÀt want all this.
"Oh for goodness sake Rick, you're not dying! You're going to see her next week for dinner."
My Mom. She was careless and uncompassionate. How could she be so straight forward about everything? She just didn't get it. It was all fine for her. She and Dad had been rowing for months, they didn't love each other anymore, it was a good thing for her when Dad packed up his things and left. Didn't she realise how I felt? My Dad, the person I had shared my house with for fourteen years, was leaving for good.
"You're not to tell anyone just yet Katie. Me and your Dad don't want any attention right now."
So that was that, I wasn't allowed to tell anyone even though it was tearing me apart inside. It was all one big secret.
"Come on Katie, cheer up. You've been acting down for days. Lets get our life back to normal, come on darling, lets not make a big deal out of it."
How could Mom be so unemotional? I hated her. I hated Dad for leaving. I hated both of them and if I had my way, I wouldn't live with either of them. Even though I felt this way, I still missed Dad. I hate him but I missed him too. His apartment wasn't ready yet so I couldn't visit him. We just had to talk on the phone. Just like last night's phone call....
"How are you Katie? How's school? I've missed you a lot."
"Me too Dad. I want you to come back and be my Dad again."
"Don't be silly, I'll always be your Dad, even if I'm on the other side of the world."
"No, a Dad lives in the same house. A Dad speaks to his children every day. A Dad will do anything to avoid hurting their children!"
I hung up not knowing what to think anymore. I still didn't know what to think, about school, my friends, my parents....or Freddy....