Chapter 5
CHAPTER 5
“ W hat the FUCK is going on?!” my dad screamed.
Suddenly, my mom came up behind him and looked at me, shaking her head.
“Get the fuck out of my house,” my dad yelled as he grabbed Brody’s clothes and threw them at him.
My mom grabbed my dad and made him go downstairs.
“Julia, get dressed right now,” she yelled. “Brody, you need to leave this second before I throw you out, dressed or not.”
Brody looked at me as he walked out of my bedroom. “I’ll call you later,” he said as he shut the door.
I was shaking so badly that I couldn’t stand up. Every time I did, I’d fall back down on the bed. I felt sick, and I wanted to throw up. My parents caught me having sex.
What the hell was I going to do? I couldn’t face them, especially my dad. He was going to murder me, and as of right now, my life, as I knew it, was over. I struggled to put on my skirt and shirt when I heard my dad screaming my name from downstairs. I ran to the bathroom to throw up. When I was finished, I walked downstairs and into the living room where my parents were. My dad was at the bar, kicking back a glass of scotch, while my mom sat on the couch with her face buried in her hands. My dad slammed his glass down on the bar and pointed his finger at me.
“You. You are in serious trouble, young lady. What the hell were you thinking?” he yelled.
“Connor, calm down. Julia, come sit next to me,” my mom said.
“Don’t tell me to calm down, Ellery. What the hell is the matter with you? We walk in our sixteen-year-old daughter having sex, and you tell me to calm down? We have a serious problem if you think this is okay.”
I could see my mom’s eyes burning into my dad as she stared at him. I’d never seen him so angry before, and he scared me. He stared at me and shook his head.
“I am so disappointed and disgusted that I can’t even look at you.”
The tears I tried to hold back started streaming down my face as the person I loved most looked at me with shame.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I cried.
“Sorry? You’re sorry? Sorry for what, Julia? That you got caught?”
I started to sob as my mom put her arm around me and pulled me into her.
He walked to the couch and stood over me. “You’re grounded for the rest of your life. Denny will drive you and pick you up from school every day. You will not see any of your friends, including London, and I’m shutting off your phone and taking your computer away. Consider yourself a prisoner in this house.”
“But, Daddy,” I sobbed as I looked at him.
“NO BUTS! You’re grounded!” he screamed .
I got up from the couch and stood in front of him. My breathing was rapid, and a fire was burning fiercely inside me.
“I hate you,” I softly spoke.
My dad looked away from me as I saw the tears in his eyes. I turned and looked at my mom sitting there, crying.
“Thanks for your support, Mom. It’s something I’ll never forget,” I said as I ran upstairs to my room and slammed the door shut.
I threw myself on my bed and sobbed. My dad came into my room and took my laptop from my desk.
“Give me your phone, Julia,” he demanded.
I took it from the bed and threw it against the wall as hard as I could. Needless to say, it broke. He walked out of my room, and before shutting the door, he said, “Don’t come out of here for the rest of the day.”
I got up from my bed and slammed my fists against the door. I paced back and forth across the floor before I fell to my knees and continued to sob. After a while, I heard the door open and then softly close.
“Julia, are you okay?” Collin asked.
“I hate them both,” I sobbed.
He put his arm around me and helped me off the floor. “You don’t mean that. You’re just upset right now.”
“I do mean it, Collin. You should have seen him and the look in his eyes. They were filled with rage and disgust. I thought he was going to kill me.”
“It’s almost dinner time. Do you want me to bring you something up?” he asked.
“No. I’m not hungry, but thanks,” I said as I hugged him.
“I’m really sorry this happened, Julia.”
“I know you are, baby brother. I think I’m going to take a shower. Could you please do me a favor and text London and tell her what happened?”
“Sure, I’ll do that right now.”
I got up from the bed and decided to take a bath instead. I started the water and poured a capful of bubbles under the stream. I climbed in and lay back, letting the hot water soothe my body. I closed my eyes as the tears fell down my face once again. I was thinking about everything that had happened when I heard the bathroom door open, and my mom whispered my name.
“Get out. I don’t want to talk to you,” I cried.
“I’m sorry, but I’m not leaving. I’m your mom, and you’re going to talk to me whether you want to or not,” she said as she sat down on the floor next to the tub.
“Please just go away and leave me alone,” I whispered.
My mom took my hand, turned it over, and softly rubbed my wrist.
“The tattoos on my wrists cover the scars of my attempted suicide when I was your age.”
I opened my eyes and looked at her, horrified by what she had just told me.
“Mom.”
“I guess it’s time you knew about my past. You already know that my mom died when I was a little girl, and I’ve told you how hard it was on your grandfather. I was diagnosed with cancer on my sixteenth birthday.”
My heart felt like it stopped beating when my mom said that. I had no idea that she’d been sick or attempted suicide.
“Mom,” I said, putting my hand on her cheek.
She took my hand and pressed my palm against her lips as she softly smiled.
“I couldn’t let your grandfather go through that again, so I thought it was best that I spared him the pain. I figured it would be easier for him to get over my death than to see me so sick and die.”
“How could you think that?” I asked as tears swelled in my eyes.
“Because I was sixteen years old. He became an alcoholic because of what happened to my mother. Anyway, he came home one night, found me, and called an ambulance. The doctors saved me, and I went through a year of chemo and went into remission.”
The tears in my eyes fell quickly as I stared into my mother’s eyes. They were full of sadness and despair as she told her heart-wrenching story. She handed me a towel and said that if I stayed any longer in the bath, I’d turn into a prune. She walked out of the bathroom and told me she’d wait for me to get dressed. As I stepped out of the tub, I wrapped the towel around me and looked at myself in the mirror. I started to believe that there was more to my mom and her past that I didn’t know about. I put on my robe, walked into my bedroom, and sat on the bed next to her. I grabbed her hand and turned it over, staring at the tattoo of my father’s name on her wrist.
“Your dad got kicked out of a club for being so drunk that he was causing a scene. I had already noticed him that night, and when I walked outside to get some fresh air, he was sitting up against the brick wall. I hailed a cab, helped him into it, and took him home.”
“Mom, that’s dangerous. Even I know better than that.”
She smiled at me and kissed the side of my head. “You sound like your father. He got sick all over his clothes when I brought him here to the penthouse, and I couldn’t let him sit in his own vomit all night, so I undressed him and made sure he was safe in his bed. When I checked on him one last time before I left, he was on his back, so I rolled him on his side and sat next to him all night to ensure he didn’t throw up again. That’s how your grandfather died. He choked to death on his own vomit. I fell asleep, and it was morning when I woke up.”
I lay down on my back, and my mom lay beside me.
“What did Dad say when he woke up and found you lying next to him?”
“I wanted to get out of the penthouse before he woke up, so I went down to the kitchen, made a pot of coffee, and my famous hangover cocktail. I was going to leave a note with the drink when he came into the kitchen and scared the shit of me.”
“What did he say to you?” I asked.
She looked over at me and smiled. “Your father had a list of rules and thought I had broken one of them.”
“That’s weird. What kind of rules did he have?”
“That’s something I don’t think your father would want me to discuss with you.”
“I’ve heard stories, you know. Stories about him and all the women he dated when he was younger. Some of the stories aren’t so nice.”
My mom took my hand and interlaced our fingers. “All that stopped when he met me, and your father became the man he was destined to be. Listen, Julia, your dad loves you and this family more than anything else. He’s acting out of anger right now, and he’ll eventually calm down. But we need to talk about what went on here today. I want nothing but an open and honest relationship with you, and I thought that’s what we had. To be honest, I’m very hurt you felt you couldn’t come to me and talk to me about having sex with this boy.”
Tears started to fill my eyes again as I looked up at the ceiling. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t talk to you because you would tell Dad or lecture me and try to talk me out of it. I think I love him, Mom.”
“Oh, Julia. Love is so complicated. You may think you love him, but at sixteen, it’s hard for you to understand what love is. You’ll have so many more boyfriends that you think you love until that one special person knocks the breath right out of you when he looks at you.”
“I bet you had a lot of boyfriends at my age.”
“I dated a couple of guys, but nobody wanted to get involved with the girl who had cancer. To be honest, before I met your dad, I had one boyfriend, and we dated for four years. His name was Kyle.”
“Wow. Four years and you broke up? Why?”
“That’s another story I’m not ready to get into with you yet. I’ll just say that he left me in our tiny apartment, and it wasn’t too long after that I met your dad.”
“Obviously, you loved Kyle if you were with him for four years,” I said.
“I did love Kyle. But there’s a difference between loving someone and being in love with someone. I was with Kyle out of convenience, and I didn’t have anyone to guide me and tell me otherwise. He was there when my father died, and he was a source of comfort. So, I just stayed with him. I wish you had waited to have sex and talked to me about it first. This was your first time, right?”
“Yes, Mom. It was my first time, and I didn’t see the big deal. Sex isn’t anything special or great. It hurt, it was awkward, and I feel lousy about myself. I thought I was supposed to be glowing and feeling great. God, I can’t believe I’m going to say this to you, but you and Dad must have amazing sex because you’re always glowing.”
She smiled at me. “You want to know the truth? We do. Your father is an amazing man, in and out of the bedroom. ”
“Mom, stop it! That’s way too much information, ewe.”
“Julia, you’ll know when the time is right. You’ll know when you meet the man of your dreams. You’re only sixteen, sweetie. You don’t need the complications of a boy or a relationship in your life. You have plenty of time for that,” she said as she kissed my head and got up from the bed.
“Hey, Mom,” I said as she went to leave the room.
“Yes, sweetie.”
“Am I still grounded?”
She cocked her head and pursed her lips. “Yeah, baby, you’re still grounded.”
“Can I ask you one more thing?”
“What is it, Julia?”
“Why did you come home?” I asked.
“The plane was having mechanical problems, so we never left the airport.”
“Oh,” I said as she walked out the door.