"Katie, you've grown up so much." She came over and cupped my face in her hands, which I immediately shoved away.
"Mom, what are you doing here? At my school?" By this time Mr. Shue walked into the choir room, I guess to give us privacy.
"Well you haven't been answering my calls."
"Yeah, God doesn't anybody take a hint anymore, when I don't pick up my phone it means, don't want to talk to you!"
"Katie, please just hear me out."
"Oh, like how you heard me out, when you would come home drunk, falling over. When I was 7 years old, I would be taking care of you! You and your drunk and drugged up ass! It's supposed to be you taking care of me mom!"
"Katie, please-"
"No mom, dad was at work all the time, I get that, it must of sucked, that we barely saw him, but there were other ways to deal with that! But no to you, coming home, drunk and sometimes high, leaving me to take care of you. Holding your hair back all night, while your face hung over the toilet, leaving me home alone at 7! Telling me you would kill me if I told dad! That was the way you chose, and because of that, you lost your husband, and your relationship with your daughter."
"That was the beer talking it wasn't-"
"I don't care you still did it! Just, just leave!" She just stared at me.
"Alright, no, than I will." I walked back into the Glee room, and went to grab my bag.
"Katie?" Mr. Shue questioned.
"I'm going home."
"Katie!" I heard her voice say. Great lets have the whole club find out about my sad excuse for a mom.
"Go home!" I yelled and tried to push past her, but she grabbed my arm.
"Please."
"No! I am leaving! Just leave me alone. If you think you can just re-enter my life than you're wrong. I am doing fine, Dad is doing fine! He is re-married to a great women, who I love to say is my mom, unlike you!"
"Katie."
"No Debbie! My life is great, I have all these friends, and I have a step brother. Okay? Just, stay out of my life!" I shoved her arm off and ran out of the room.
"Katie!" I heard calls form different voices, One, my mom, the other Mr. Shue, and I thought I might have heard Puck calling me, but that thought was erased from my head.
I ran and ran, until I thought I was far enough. I collapsed on the grass at a local park. I just laid there.
It's been 4 hours, and in those hours, I have received calls from, Lisa, my dad, and even Puck. I had like a billion missed calls from all of them. I also got calls form Nat, Quinn, Rachel, Tina, Artie, Mercedes, Kurt, Finn, everyone. I guess they were getting worried, I mean I haven't turned up and it was already dark, but I couldn't go back home. I'm not ready, I know I have had 4 hours alone but I need more. I walked up to the lake and just sat down, looking at the reflection of the moon off the water.
"Your dad is going to kill you." I heard a voice say and then sit beside me.
"Let him, my life already sucks. Everyone that enters my life tries to hurt me. Jason, Krista, my mom."
"So three people, you still have Glee, Nat, and, and me."
I looked," You?"
"Hey, what was it you said?"
I just looked at him.
"You said that if it came down to it I would be there, and sure we don't get along, but I am still technically your older brother. So it is my job to annoy you, but it is also my job to be there for you."
I looked to him and smiled. "Really?"
"Katie, look, we got off on the wrong foot, I just, lately things haven't gone my way, so when you and your dad got added to the mix, I felt like my life was just turning upside down. It kind of just pushed me over the edge."
I nodded again and gave a smile. He then continued, "So, what do you say, we start again, and this time, I'll be somewhat nicer." He stuck out his hand, indicating a shake, I put my hand out but he quickly took his hand back, "BUT, don't expect me to not annoy you, because getting you mad is fun sometimes." He smirked
"Dido." I smirked back and we shook hands.
We sat for a while longer, Puck called my dad and told him he found me and is with me, and that we would be home in a little bit. I didn't want to go home just yet, between my moms surprise visit, and going home to have to face my dad's wrath of anger.
"Does he know?" I asked Puck looking down at the grass.
"Your dad? About your mom?" He questioned to be sure of what I was asking.
I nodded.
"Well, I just told him your mom showed up at school, and that you two had a fight, I really didn't know what to tell him, because I don't really know what happened."
"Oh." Was all I said. After what happened with my mom, just bringing her up would make him get angry, so him finding out she was at school, he's probably on a rampage.
As we sat there I started getting tired, and laid back on the grass and closed my eyes.
"Oh no." was all I heard before I was on my feet.
"Whaaaat." I wined
"You aren't falling asleep here leaving me to have to carry you." He crossed his arms.
"What happed to being a nice brother?" I said as I reached my arms up to him.
He grabbed my hand a dragged me to his truck. I hopped in and closed the door, crossing my arms I glared at him.
"Hey we still agreed on annoying each other at times" He smiled and drove to the house.
As the only light in my room was the small amount of sunlight that snuck through my blinds came in, I laid there, looking at the ceiling as if I was looking for an answer. Why had she returned? Why did she have to make the pain in my heart I had developed because of her leaving return? Looking at the clock, I stood up. 6:30, it was Saturday and I was awake, walking downstairs at 6: 30 am. I walked into the Kitchen to see my dad reading the paper and drinking his coffee; he was in full work attire. By the look he gave me, I knew it was time to have a talk about yesterday, which we didn't get a chance to do. Yesterday, when Noah was taking me home, I fell asleep in the car, and I guess he carried me in.
"What were you thinking? Running off, not giving us a call, you had us worried sick, we called all your friends, Noah drove around for hours, we thought something happened to you." He didn't yell, but he had a voice on, that made me know he was upset.
"I-I jus needed to get away." I looked down and stated in an audible whisper.
"Katie, I understand why you are upset, I am upset too, but you can't run away every time life gives you problems." He stated.
"I wasn't running." I told him.
"Then what were you doing? Hm? Sitting around waiting for you problems to magically be solved, because that's not the correct way to face things either."
"Right. The correct way is to shut out every emotion you have in your body. Making your daughter go through everything alone." I snapped standing up.
"You do not speak to your father that way young lady."
"I don't care anymore, ever since the whole incident with mom, you were never the same. After it, we had to shut out all our emotion, every time we had more than a five minute conversation with each other we would fight, like now, and we never had the same relationship we used to have." I yelled to him.
"Now that's not true." He came toward me.
"Look at us and tell me if it isn't true." The tears started to flow, the tears that I wasn't able to let out yesterday just because I was to angry. "All I want is for us to be able to talk, for me to feel comfortable to go to you when I need help, and for you to tell me it's going to be okay. Do you know I feel ashamed to cry in front of you? My own father, all because I feel like you will be disappointed I let my problems get the best of me, and that I am weak?" I was sobbing now, struggling to get my statement out.
For the first time, in a long time, I felt my fathers arms wrap around me and embrace me in a hug, a hug I have been waiting for since my mother was taken away.
"I-I just feel like it's my fault." I looked up to my father as he sat me down, he squatted in front of me and help my two hands.
"I never wanted you to feel that way Katie, I swear. I love you with all my heart and nothing will ever change that. I guess I just felt at fault because I let everything get out of control, I wasn't there as much as I should've been." He let out and hugged me again. I just cried. This was something I have been wanting, I just wish my mom wasn't the reason it happened