Running from recovery

The next four weeks came and went without event, Zack didn't say a word to me after I read the letter, Mum still hasn't apologised for faking the book, and Dad and Adam still haven't seen the new cuts on my arm. Adam and I were sat watching The Jungle Book when we heard a rather loud bang come from upstairs, we looked at each other then ran upstairs to see what it was. Adam ran into the bedroom and told me to wait outside, I waited a few minutes then stormed in, and what I saw, was not what I expected.

Dad was on the floor crying.

Mum looked angrier than I've ever seen before in my life.

There was a broken mirror on one side of the room and a broken lamp on the other.

Something bad had obviously happened. Adam still didn't say anything, Mum carried on glaring at the floor and Dad was still a crying mess.
“What's going on here?” I demanded. No answer from anybody.
“FOR HEAVENS SAKE, WHAT THE FUCK'S GOING ON?” I shouted and Mum's head snapped up.
“Why don't you let your father explain” Mum smirked. I looked down at Dad who was just looking Adam in the eye.
“So, she finally found out, Dad? I still can't believe you would do that” Adam spat then walked out.
“What happened?” I asked for the third time now.
“I had an affair” Dad whispered. I looked at him in complete shock. Yeah, I didn't exactly get on with Mum, or like her at all, but Dad had no right to do that, Mum loves him, well, loved him, and he went behind her back and had sex with another woman. Just like Zack went behind my back and kissed Brylee, yeah he might claim it's not his fault, but he should never have replied to Brylee's text. I looked up at Mum who looked at me for a second, then back at Dad, then back to me.
“I'm so sorry Emma, I love you” She said, then walked out. She just left.
“She's not coming back, is she?” I swallowed hard. Dad just shook his head then looked down at the floor. So Mum finally apologised and I don't even get a chance to try and rebuild everything with her, all because Dad fucked up. I glared at him for a moment longer, then went into my room, slammed the door then fell onto my bed and just cried. My life's never been easy, but I have a feeling it's about to get ten times harder.

I heard Dad come out of his room about an hour later, then I heard footsteps and the front door slam, he's gone down the pub no doubt. I waited a few minutes then went into Adam's room and saw him sat on the floor, staring at the wall with tears running down his cheeks, Adam hardly ever cried, and here he was, on the floor with tears running down his face.
“Adam” I whispered, he looked up at me and my heart almost broke, he just looked so empty.
“Do you need a hug?” I asked. He nodded and looked back at the wall. I walked over and sat down next to him. He put his head on my shoulder and I wrapped my arms around him.
“She's gone, isn't she?” He asked, his voice sounded so raw.
“Yeah” I replied and Adam began violently sobbing. I cried a bit too, Mum was gone, she apologised and then left.
“Dad went out not long ago” I said. Adam just nodded. I kept my arms around him and rocked him backwards and forwards until he stopped crying.
“You okay now?” I asked. He looked me in the eye and nodded.
“Emma, is this how you feel all the time? You know, just so broken inside, like you don't even want to move, like it would be easier to just stay in bed all day and listen to sad music?” He asked. I nodded.
“Yeah, that's exactly how I feel everyday” I replied and looked away.
“It will all get better in the end” He smiled a slight smile.
“That's just what we've got to keep telling ourselves for now” I replied. He smiled at me and we just sat there, both staring at the wall. Nothing more needed to be said, we were both feeling the same, and words weren't the right way to cope with it for now.

We were still sitting on the floor in the same position, a few tears escaping here and there when Dad returned half an hour later, drunk as fuck.
“Pack your bags, we're spending the next week in England” Dad slurred.
“We still have 2 weeks left at school” I replied, not looking at him.
“I don't care. I got the tickets. We leave tomorrow. Now pack” He said and stumbled out of his room and into his bedroom. About 5 minutes later, we heard his snores.
“I hope he doesn't make us move back to England to live with Nan” Adam said.
“That would be the definition of hell” I agreed. Our Nan made Adam wear suits when he went out and made me wear dresses. She pretty much still thinks its the fifties. Adam got up and pulled his big suitcase out of his wardrobe, I sat there for a moment longer then went and started packing my own bag. I put my blades in with my underwear. I hated myself for even putting them in my bag, but I just had no motivation to stop. I finished packing before Adam, so I gave him a hand, he's not the best at folding clothes, so I just ended up doing it all for him, he still wasn't saying anything and he still looked hurt, He was so close to Mum back in England, and he didn't even get to say goodbye.
“Adam” I said. He looked up at me.
“She loves you more than anything, I always noticed that. I know parents shouldn't have favourites, but you're her favourite.” I said. He looked down at the floor and started crying again. I pulled him into a hug and he cried on my shoulder again, he needed me now more than I needed him, and I'm going to be strong for him.

It was the middle of the night when Dad walked into my room and flipped the light on.
“The plane leaves in 4 hours, get dressed” He said then walked out. I groaned and rolled out of bed. I quickly brushed my teeth, pulled on some joggers and a long sleeved shirt, tied my hair up into a bun then went downstairs with my suitcase. Adam and Dad were waiting for me, we called a cab and got in, none of us saying anything because we were all too tired for words.

We got to the airport, put our bags through, went through security then waited for the last 20 minutes for the plane. I knew Zack would be worried when he gets to school and finds out that me and Adam aren't in. And in a way, I want him to worry, I want him to get scared when no one answers the door when he goes looking for me, he at least deserves that, doesn't he? I felt a pang in my chest at the thought of Zack, I mean he hurt me, drove me back to my old habits, he hurt me beyond repair, but I miss him. He's the first person I've trusted in years and he broke me. That's just something that I can't forget.

Our flight was announced and we boarded. Dad was in the row in front of Adam and I, we were in that row with just two seats. Once the plane had taken off, I put my head down on Adam's shoulder and was asleep in minutes.
“Emma, Emma wake up, we're home” Adam said as he gently shook me awake. Home. I dreaded that word, I had managed to get better in America, I have more confidence than before, and I feared that being back in England might change everything and I'll go back to how I used to be, and I can't have that. Not now. I got up and walked off the plane silently with Dad and Adam. I wasn't in the mood for conversation, and I don't think anyone else was either. We collected our bags and got a taxi to Bristol train station, from there we'd get a train to Bath, then get on another train to Trowbridge. Aka: Hell. I didn't want to come home, because I know that I'd bump into someone I knew somewhere along the lines, and I didn't want that. I couldn't handle that.

After the two longest train rides in history we were here, the place I used to call home. My stomach lurched as I looked around at the all to familiar stake park and back alleys just outside the station. Nothing had changed at all, the bike shelter glass was still all smashed up and the drunk homeless guys were all sitting around the blocked off car park. Its just the same as when we'd left, like time here had just been paused. After we had all finished looking around, we got in one of the taxi's waiting there and made the last 5 minutes of our journey. Dad kept the house here for when we came back to visit. I was not looking forward to this. The house was bound to bring back so many memories.

The taxi pulled up outside our house and I looked up at the red brick walls while Dad payed the driver. We got out and grabbed our bags then walked up to the front gate. Dad and Adam went in while I stood and started at the house a little longer. I was pulled from my thoughts a moment later when I heard someone call my name.
“Emma?” I heard the all to familiar voice say. I looked over and just glared for a few seconds before answering.
“What the hell do you want, Jase?”

Notes

Its been way too long since I last updated and I'm sorry, but I really really wanted to get this chapter perfect because its the start of a load more drama! I've got my play tomorrow, and I'm so nervous!

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