Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-4531825-20140331020918

ooc; story time. i still hate the way i write narratives so beware of that. read it anyways. i noticed i always put this little disclaimer up every time i write out an rp like this so imma start to c/p it to all of them from now on.

I was walking out of the Darnell household to see that familiar black car sitting in the driveway. That means mommy and daddy are home. It feels like it's the first time they've seen me this year. It doesn't really bother me anymore. It gives me more time to spend with Corey. That's always fun. I really love that boy.

Now, I have to deal with their bullshit for a day or two before they abandon me again. I wonder how it'll go this time around. Are they gonna be too tired to deal with me, or are they going to want to know everything about the girl they've never gotten to know?

I'm kinda hoping for the former.

I walk into the house, and I hear them talking loudly from another room in the house. I stand in place, just listening to what they have to say before I announce my presence.

"Alfred, we can't keep lying to her, acting like everything is fine! She has to know about this now, so that she can wrap her mind around it. You know it's hard for 13 year olds to understand stuff like this," my mom practically yells.

''I'm 15, mother. How can you not know that?''

"Regina, let's just wait until it's all finalized so that she can take a week or so to make a decision without worrying about all the court stuff. I don't want her involved in any of this a second earlier than she has to be," my father responds with a forceful tone to his voice.

What the hell are they talking about?

"This is why I'm glad we're getting a divorce, Alfred. We can't agree on anything!"

"No, we're getting a divorce because you couldn't keep your legs crossed. You had to go off and be a little whore!"

"Don't you call me a whore, you pretentious bastard!"

"I'd rather be pretentious than to be a backstabbing slut!"

I couldn't hear anymore of this conversation. I had to intervene. So, that's what I did. I found them in the den, and just walked in with a scornful look on my face. Their faces becamed etched in horror as the realization that I heard their conversation dawned on them.

After a second or so of just staring at each other, my mom was the first to speak.

"Lindsey, darling, how much of that did you hear?"

"Enough to know that you've both been lying to me."

"I meant to tell you today, honey, but your father was trying to hold off on that," she spat.

My father piped up at that with a venomous, "I only wanted to keep you out of the whole process. I just wanted to get it all over with and let you make your decision."

"What decision?" I asked with just as much venom as he had.

"The divorce will be finalized by next week, as early as Tuesday. But, your father is moving out and you have to make a decision on who you're going to stay with," my mother said calmly and slowly, as if I didn't understand her.

"You could've just told me that. I'm not a baby."

"I just wanted to make the whole thing easier for you, Lindsey," my father said with concern laced in his words.

"I can understand that, daddy."

"So, can you have a decision ready by Tuesday? Earlier, if you can. We don't want to delay this any further," my mother said, obviously not caring about the whole thing.

"Don't listen to her dear, you take your time and tell us when you're ready," daddy quickly sputtered out.

"Okay. Well, I'm going to go make me some dinner, take a quick shower, and go off to bed and think on it," I quickly said, making an effort to hurry up and get the hell out of there.

"Sure thing, dear," my father said.

"Just have your mind made up by Tuesday, Lindsey," my mother drawled out.

I rolled my eyes and left without another word. As I was walking to the kitchen, I started thinking. It's all too much to take in, but I'm a resilient girl so I can handle it. I know I said I was going to think on it, but deep down, I already knew who I was going to choose.

-fin- 