Chapter Forty One

                                    

                                          
"Thanks Benny." I said standing at the bottom of the staircase at my dad's apartment complex. "You didn't have to walk me all the way home though." 
"It's late at night, I won't let you walk alone." He cupped my cheek, "Goodnight Rowan." He said before kissing me again. After he let go, he waved and walked away. I began to head up the staircase. After I entered my dad's apartment, I noticed all the lights were off. So I decided to assume my dad was asleep. 
I then headed towards my bedroom which was right across from my dad's. I heard moaning coming from my dad's room. I covered my mouth in utter shock and disgust. 
What a fucking skeez. 
I quickly ran into my bedroom, shutting the door quietly behind me. Thank god I couldn't hear it from in there.
I went over to my bay window, and opened the white lace curtains. I could see Benny down the street. 
I'm so creepy, but he's so perfect. 
Enough of that. 
I shut the curtains, I really need to learn self control. I walked over to my closet and slid the door open, I began to look for a pair of pajama shorts to slide into. My door barged open, "Rowan." Said my dad, "I didn't expect you to be home yet." 
"And I didn't expect you to be having so much fun in your room." I spat. I realized how rude I sounded. I then saw my mom pop up from behind my dad. My eyes went wide and so did hers. "Mom?" 
"Oh shit." I heard her whisper. 
"What the hell is going on?" I asked calmly. 
My dad took a deep breath, "Your mom and I are getting back together." 
I shook my head slowly. No. No fucking way. This can't be happening. My dad told me that he'd rather slit his wrists than get back together with my mom. And my mom told me that she'd rather jump off a bridge. They literally bring out the worst in each other. 
But who am I to tell them they can't be together? 
"Who's jacket is that?" My dad asked. 
My mom chose to answer for me, "It's probably her boyfriend's. Daniel." 
"Daniel isn't my boyfriend." I defended, "It's Benny's jacket." 
"Oh, so you two are friends again now?" My mom stepped out more into view, showing her burning cigarette in between her index and middle finger. 
I nodded.
My dad spoke, changing the subject once more, "You need to start packing up your things tomorrow morning, we're all moving into your mother's house."
Both my dad and mom left the room. 
What. The. Fuck. 
This is probably the worst news I've ever received. 
I woke up the next morning, completely thrown into agony once I remembered what happened last night. I dragged myself out of bed and got ready for the day. I threw on a pair of dark blue dickies and a white cropped wife beater.
After I finished straightening my hair & doing my makeup. I began to pack up my belongings like I was told. My dad had already brought a bunch of cardboard boxes up to my room. 
I remember growing up wishing that my parents were together. Man, do I regret wishing for that. 
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