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Mom was okay.
“Yep, we were talking about them last night. Richard was going on about his days at Yale and how they were the best. But he wasn’t a sportsman. You can tell, right?”
My mind drifted for a second. Wondering if I could picture Mr Collins, thirty years younger and playing football. I gave his balding head hair, his skinny frame some muscles and the picture just didn’t look right so I agreed whilst laughing with her.
Mom brought the coffee and I sat down with them in the living room. “Give him till this weekend’s over. He’ll tell you all about it. I know that there’s been deaths from these pledges and fortunately none of them happened at Yale. So, they've been told to calm it down. So, the worst that will happen to Logan is that he probably would have been sick about ten times, but he’ll be okay.”
I nodded, hoping that he would be okay.
“Anyway, you’ll be there to see him about four weeks right?”
I sighed, “Two weeks and six days, but hey, who’s counting?”
That was when I knew that my presence wasn’t welcomed. “Young love,” Mom sighed as she and Marie looked at me.
All this time I had thought that the divorce was going smoothly, but as they both stared at me, waiting for me to leave the room, I knew that it wasn’t and with Logan missing right now, I didn’t think I could take anymore bad news.
“Do you mind picking up Brian from the game?”
Unlike my boyfriend, my brother was more into baseball. I nodded my head. “No, I don’t mind.”
Why would I? He was a welcome distraction, and besides it was clear I wasn’t welcome here. I smiled whilst leaving the room, debating whether to take the car or not, but as Marie said, “Holly we really need to talk,” I decided that I would go for a walk. I would take my phone in case I needed it, but other than that I wanted to clear my head and I hoped that it would be Logan calling with good news aka that he was still alive and Mom’s bad news would feel like something I could deal with. Something that we could both work on together.
Right now my mind was an unwoven mess, thinking that Logan could have died in some stupid pledge and to make matters worse Mom’s divorce was most likely not going to happen, any time soon.
***
I watched as the parents sat on the benches. Encouraging their boys to take a shot. They cheered as they ran and then I regretted waving at Brian who was on the bench. Then, he waved back and when he did start playing he kept looking at me, it was as if he had lost his head in the game.
I kept looking at my phone.
I should have seen what was really distracting him, but as he ran and fell over. I soon became away of what his eyes were focused on. It wasn’t me. It was Dad, he was sitting a few benches below me.
Anyone else would have been happy to see their old man sitting and watching a game. The only reason he was watching the game, was because he was bad news. I boldly went up to him. I didn’t care, who heard or what they thought, I spat out, “What are you doing here?”
He smiled, half his yellow teeth were missing and he looked a lot older then I remembered. Not that I hadn’t seen him that long ago, but he had aged, with his thick hair now just a shadow of its former self.
“Didn’t your Mom tell you?”
Well, if she had then I wouldn’t be asking him the question. One oversized parent, was telling me to move. Commenting on me blocking the way.
“No.” I spat out, not elaborating anymore, because I was feeling as if I should have stuck around and found out what Mom and Marie were talking about. I had a feeling that he was going to tell me.
The man that I had turned to hate.
“I’m moving back in. Now sit down so we can watch Brian play.”
I heard screams from the parent, telling me to get out of the way, but I was frozen in time. My mouth was wide open as it was trying to catch flies. Now the same Mom was physically trying to move me. The whole thing was
“Yep, we were talking about them last night. Richard was going on about his days at Yale and how they were the best. But he wasn’t a sportsman. You can tell, right?”
My mind drifted for a second. Wondering if I could picture Mr Collins, thirty years younger and playing football. I gave his balding head hair, his skinny frame some muscles and the picture just didn’t look right so I agreed whilst laughing with her.
Mom brought the coffee and I sat down with them in the living room. “Give him till this weekend’s over. He’ll tell you all about it. I know that there’s been deaths from these pledges and fortunately none of them happened at Yale. So, they've been told to calm it down. So, the worst that will happen to Logan is that he probably would have been sick about ten times, but he’ll be okay.”
I nodded, hoping that he would be okay.
“Anyway, you’ll be there to see him about four weeks right?”
I sighed, “Two weeks and six days, but hey, who’s counting?”
That was when I knew that my presence wasn’t welcomed. “Young love,” Mom sighed as she and Marie looked at me.
All this time I had thought that the divorce was going smoothly, but as they both stared at me, waiting for me to leave the room, I knew that it wasn’t and with Logan missing right now, I didn’t think I could take anymore bad news.
“Do you mind picking up Brian from the game?”
Unlike my boyfriend, my brother was more into baseball. I nodded my head. “No, I don’t mind.”
Why would I? He was a welcome distraction, and besides it was clear I wasn’t welcome here. I smiled whilst leaving the room, debating whether to take the car or not, but as Marie said, “Holly we really need to talk,” I decided that I would go for a walk. I would take my phone in case I needed it, but other than that I wanted to clear my head and I hoped that it would be Logan calling with good news aka that he was still alive and Mom’s bad news would feel like something I could deal with. Something that we could both work on together.
Right now my mind was an unwoven mess, thinking that Logan could have died in some stupid pledge and to make matters worse Mom’s divorce was most likely not going to happen, any time soon.
***
I watched as the parents sat on the benches. Encouraging their boys to take a shot. They cheered as they ran and then I regretted waving at Brian who was on the bench. Then, he waved back and when he did start playing he kept looking at me, it was as if he had lost his head in the game.
I kept looking at my phone.
I should have seen what was really distracting him, but as he ran and fell over. I soon became away of what his eyes were focused on. It wasn’t me. It was Dad, he was sitting a few benches below me.
Anyone else would have been happy to see their old man sitting and watching a game. The only reason he was watching the game, was because he was bad news. I boldly went up to him. I didn’t care, who heard or what they thought, I spat out, “What are you doing here?”
He smiled, half his yellow teeth were missing and he looked a lot older then I remembered. Not that I hadn’t seen him that long ago, but he had aged, with his thick hair now just a shadow of its former self.
“Didn’t your Mom tell you?”
Well, if she had then I wouldn’t be asking him the question. One oversized parent, was telling me to move. Commenting on me blocking the way.
“No.” I spat out, not elaborating anymore, because I was feeling as if I should have stuck around and found out what Mom and Marie were talking about. I had a feeling that he was going to tell me.
The man that I had turned to hate.
“I’m moving back in. Now sit down so we can watch Brian play.”
I heard screams from the parent, telling me to get out of the way, but I was frozen in time. My mouth was wide open as it was trying to catch flies. Now the same Mom was physically trying to move me. The whole thing was
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