Author's Note: So I don't really have a lot to say about this one. It's very different from the first theme I did. This is pretty short and the writing style is completely different from what I usually write. I don't even know what to make of it. It's sad and angsty. Not much else to say about it. Let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: The lawyers and I are still discussing joint ownership of the boys. It isn't looking so good. I'll keep you updated.

76. Broken Pieces

Kendall Francis Knight is eight years old and has very little to worry about. His biggest concerns include learning to make the perfect slap shot and picking the best time to kiss Hannah Smith, the girl he's been crushing on for three months.

He has Mama and Daddy, who love him a lot. He has Katie, who has just turned two and is pretty much attached to Kendall at all times. He has his best friends, James, Logan and Carlos, who he does everything with. Kendall has everything.

Kendall loves to go to school. He isn't the perfect student that Logan is, but he enjoys learning, mostly because Ms. Bixby is awfully pretty and has a nice smile.

However, while going to school taught him some basic knowledge, it didn't prepare him for the divorce. It caught him off guard. He didn't even know what divorce was.

One day, he comes from school to hear Mama and Daddy talking in soft voices in their bedroom. He presses an ear to the door to listen, but soon wishes he hadn't.

"Robert, I'm worried about Kendall. How is he going to take you're leaving?" Kendall's eyes widened. Daddy was leaving? But what about him and Katie and Mama?

"He'll be fine, Emily. He'll eventually learn that sometimes, two people just stop loving each other."

Stop loving each other? How do you just stop loving someone? Would he grow up and stop loving Mama and Katie too?

"He's only eight years old, Robert. And you're leaving tomorrow morning."

Tears well in Kendall's eyes and he stops listening. Daddy is leaving tomorrow. He runs to his room and shuts the door, not caring that the loud slam woke his baby sister and she started wailing. Let Daddy deal with it.

He flings himself onto the bed and cries himself to sleep. He doesn't bother to get up and say goodbye to his father the next morning.

When he gets to school, eyes red and puffy, his friends ask what's wrong.

He can only answer that Daddy is gone, and he's never coming back.

His family is broken into little pieces and it can never be fixed.