Let me just say writer's block is a bitch. I am so sorry for being gone for so long. I promise to try to post more this year. Anyway, please don't forget to leave a review. Trust me it really helps to hear feed back from all if you! Please enjoy
Veronica sat in the front seat of the car. A untouched bag of a burger and fries sat in the passenger seat getting. Rain poured down, drumming loudly on the roof of the car as the woman sat absentmindedly staring at two droplets racing down the windshield. As the one on the left took the lead, her phone rang. The display showed it was Martha, she quickly picked up the phone.
"Hello?" said the voice from the phone
"Hey Martha! I am so glad to talk to you." Veronica sighed with relief
"Is everything okay?" the concern in her voice starting to show
"Yes….No…. I don't know." Veronica sighed again, and pinched the bridge of her nose "How did I not know" she muttered
"Oh, Roni." Martha said quietly
"I feel like the worst mother ever." her voice cracked, eyes stinging with tears.
"You couldn't have known. She hid it."
"I know…. I know bu….Hey, how do you know what I'm talking about."
"Oh, umm."
"Am I the only one who doesn't know? Oh, god."
"You can't beat up yourself up, Roni. You need to be there for her, she needs you."
Veronica chuckled "Why are you the best the person in the world."
Martha chuckled back "I'm not, but thank you. You should go home. I'll come sit with your dad tonight."
"No, I can't let you"
Martha cut in "Yes, you can. You need to go be a mother right now."
"I love you." Veronica's voice cracked again.
"I love you too. I'll see you tomorrow. "
"I'll see you tomorrow. Bye"
"Bye hon" And with that Veronica hit the end button on her phone. She took a deep breath and started the car.
Charlie was falling asleep when she heard a car pulling into her driveway. Hugo was already passed out. She sat up slowly and looked out her window. The car was her mother's. Panicked thought flooded her brain. Thoughts like "What if Grandpa is dead" Or "Mom is sick.". She ran downstairs, tripping on the second to last step. She fell forward, luckily catching herself before her face hit the ground.
"What's wrong." Veronica asked, wide eyed, as she bent down to her out of breath daughter.
"I was..about it…. ask you the same thing." Charlie said breathing heavily.
"Well, why did you come running down the stairs." Said the mother, helping her to her feet
" I thought something happened with Grandpa or you." She said finally starting to start catch her breath
"Oh, that's not it. Aunt Martha is going to go stay with him tonight and then bring him home in the morning." She said quietly
"Why couldn't you stay?" Charlie asked concerned
"Because, I need to talk to you about something"
Charlie gulped "About what?" Her voice quivering a little bit
Veronica rubbed her neck "Umm, uh why don't we go sit down first." Charlie sat on the couch across from her mother who sat on a chair.
"So, what do you want to talk about?"
"Charlie, I know"
Charlie opened her mouth to say something and then closed it again. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. After what seemed like a year for Veronica (Though it was really only about a minute) Charlie spoke, eyes still closed "Who told you?" her voice cold
"Charlie, It was… You know it really doesn't matter I don't think." Veronica stuttered
Charlie opened her eyes "Mom, who was it?" Tones of anger start to appear in her voice
Veronica sighed "Hugo"