Nine
541 Words
When I woke up the next day I went downstairs to find that my father was sitting there at the dining table.
The sight of him made me feel angry and sick to the pit of my stomach.
He looked exhausted, stressed and sad. His hair was messy and it was clear from the mug of coffee in his hands that he probably had not slept.
Although that did not excuse his behaviour or actions towards our family.
“Where is mum?” I managed to say.
He looked up and smiled when he noticed me standing in the doorway.
“Oh morning darling, how did you sleep?” He got up and hugged me. I scowled and walked to the fridge to prepare myself some cereal.
“Looks like I slept far better than you, so where is she?”
He cleared his throat and leaned against the sideboard.
“Saskia, your mother has been sectioned at the hospital. Since she tried to harm herself last night, she was walking the streets with no shoes on. Luckily someone found her before she caused herself or anyone any harm.”
I was shocked by this.
“I'm sorry. I know it is a lot to take in but you will have to be strong about this.”
Was he for real?
If he had not have done what he did then my mother would have been just fine!
This was all his fault.
“I hate you. This is your fault.” I threw the bowl onto the floor and banged my fist into the wall. My father grabbed me and pulled me into a hug as I kicked and thrashed about. He soothed me until I broke down in floods of tears.
Why was my life falling apart?
What did I do to deserve such bad luck?
“I'm sorry. I am so sorry for what I've let happen. I did not want to hurt anyone. Please believe me. I am going to be here for you and your mother. Everything will be ok.” He told me.
“Do you want to go see your mum?”
I nodded and went to get changed while he cleaned up the mess that I had made.
Glancing back at my father I felt a lump in my throat. He looked genuinely sorry and I wondered if everything could be ok again.
When I walked into the room, my mother looked like she were in a different world. She was rocking herself back and forth. I did not know what she was doing.
“Mum?” I tried to hold back my tears.
She stopped and turned to me then went back to rocking.
“You are not my daughter.” she snarled.
“What?” i felt my whole world crash around me.
“What was she talking about?”
Looking towards my father and expecting for him to comfort me and explain she was not herself, but instead he sat there and held his head in his hands.
“Dad?” I held my breath not ready for the words that were about to come our of his mouth.
“You were never supposed to find out this way.”
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