It was weird because in most situations, the troubled daughter would go in and talk to her parents. Maybe even find a way to love each other and actually be a family. But that’s not what happened.
What happened… What happened?
I went inside.
My father told me to set the table.
And my night went just like the rest.. Only no Tom.
I didn’t see him, hear him, or feel him.
But tonight was probably the most I’ve ever thought of him. Because I don’t know what to do. And it was weird.
It felt like I had to choose between Tom and my parents. I mean, it shouldn’t be that hard- Tom loves me and they don’t. So why was I holding back? I was I constantly putting Tom off..
I had an answer. I always knew it. But it showed itself at exactly 1:05 am, and made me cry myself back to sleep. And miss school the next day.