Chapter 3

I walked up to the street that leads to my house. I looked around and watched the children play in the sprinklers like the world around them didn't exist. I couldn't help, but smile.

I turned the corner and was heading home. In my driveway was my dad's black minivan. I thought to myself, "What the hell is that asshole doing here?" I haven't seen my dad in 6 years when he decided to split. He said he needed to "find himself", but that was a lie. He really left because he was sleeping with some other woman and ended up getting her pregnant. God how I hated him.

I walked in the house only to find my mom and "dad" sitting on the couch actually... talking. I didn't really know what they were talking about, so I decided to interrupt.

I cleared my throat, "Ahem."

My parents jumped up surprised to see that I was there. I looked at my mom and saw that there were tears in her eyes.

"Mom?" I looked over at my dad, "Andrew?"

"Liberty, we need to talk to you."

"About what? About why this man who 'claims' to be my father would leave his child for another woman? Or why he never even called on Holidays or on my birthday? Or...or why he never even said goodbye?"

I started crying and my dad jumped to hug me. I didn't want him to touch me so I backed up.

"Don't touch me, you've already done enough."

"I'm sorry I never called you, but that's why I'm back," said my dad.

I wiped away my tears. "What?"

"I'm coming back Libby. I want to be a family again."

"But what about the other woman? And the baby?"

"Umm, the baby died at birth and the other woman.... she left with some guy who she though looked a lot like George Clooney."

"Yeah well, you deserved it."

I ran upstairs to my room and locked my door. It's bad enough that I'm pregnant, but having my dead beat father come back because his girlfriend left him just puts me in an even more of a bad position. I wanted so bad to just run up to him and hug him and tell him everything was ok, that he could come back, but then I remembered what he did to us and I hate him. All I want to do is just scream and yell.

I heard my dad banging on the door trying to get me to come out.

"Come on Liberty!! I want to talk to you!"

"Well I don't want to talk to you!"

"Please Liberty?"

"NO!"

"Liberty! Open the door!"

"NO!"

Being sick and tired of listening to him I turned on my CD player and blared Papa Roach's Broken Home.

[Broken home]

[All alone]

[Broken home]

[All alone]

[I can't seem to fight these feelings]

[I'm caught in the middle of this]

[And my wounds are not healing]

[I'm stuck in between my parents]

[I wish I had someone to talk to]

[Someone I could confide in]

[I just want to know the truth]

[I just want to know the truth]

[Want to know the truth]

[Broken home]

[All alone]

[I know my mother loves me]

[But does my father even care]

[If I'm sad or angry]

[You were never ever there]

[When I needed you]

[I hope you regret what you did]

[I think I know the truth]

[Your father did the same to you]

[Did the same to you]

[I'm crying day and night now]

[What is wrong with me]

[I cannot fight now]

[I feel like a weak link]

[Crying day and night now]

[What is wrong with me]

[I cannot fight now]

[I feel like a weak link]

[Push it back inside]

[Broken home]

[All alone]

[It feels bad to be alone]

[Crying by yourself living in a broken home]

[How could I tell it So all y'all could feel it]

[Depression strikes hard like my old earth]

[Would tell it]

[To her son she told me I'm the one]

[Pain bottled up about to blow like a gun]

[Stories that I tell are nonfiction]

[And you can take it back]

[Cause it's already done]

[Broken home]

[Broken home]

[Can't seem to fight these feelings]

[I'm caught in the middle of this]

[And my wounds are not healing]

[I'm stuck in between my parents]

[Broken home]

[Broken home]