Chapter Four

Everything was pushed onto the floor. The cupboards were bare and you couldn't walk on the floor without fear of stepping on glass. My mom was devastated and couldn't believe what had happened. On the table was a suicide note from my dad saying “He couldn't believe that we, his family, would do that to him and that we should be ashamed of ourselves. If we ever wanted to see him he would be on the bridge.” Great. I couldn't tell you how many times we have had that suicide crap from him. Still my mom thought she had better go talk it over with him and told me to get the girls in bed. So I did. But I didn't go to bed until she got home, which turned out to be at 3 o'clock at night.
“Oh, your still up?” She said. She had tear marks and looked like she had had a long tiring day. I felt bad for her, I really did.
“Where's dad?”
“He wasn't there.”
“Oh, weird. Well I was wondering if Paige and I could have a sleepover tomorrow night. I can go to her house. I know how this house is a mess and you wouldn't want someone over here.” Here's another thing. It's an unknown rule that we don't ever talk about my dad out loud.
“Sure honey, and thanks for trying to clean up the house. I really appreciate it. I will probably be asleep when you go to school so have a nice day”.
“Thanks mom” I said and went upstairs to go to sleep.