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He grins at me and says, "You're so comfy, like a pillow." We all laugh, the sound echoing through the room.
Deep down, I know that I've fallen in love with the one girl I can never have.
THIRTY-SEVEN
SCAR
Ihad a brief episode that left me emotionally drained and exhausted. I fell asleep and completely forgot about my son. What kind of mother forgets her child? When I woke up, I was shocked to find Maverick in my living room with Shaun. My heart sank.
I was embarrassed and ashamed. But all my negative feelings vanished as I looked into Maverick's bright blue eyes. Spending the day with him made me realize how much I had missed him and wanted him back in our lives. Shaun couldn't stop talking about Maverick after he left. It was clear that spending the day with him had only intensified those feelings. But for me, it was different. I want Maverick to be more than just a friend. I want him to be a part of our family. As the days went by, I thought about Maverick more and more. I couldn't shake the feeling that something special between us went beyond friendship. I knew it was risky, but I couldn't resist the urge to tell him how I felt.
There's a soft knock at the door. I'm expecting to see my little monster’s head peeking through the door, wanting to sleep with me, but it's my mom.
"Hey," she says, opening the door wider.
"Hey." I glance at her scrubs. "Done with work?"
She nods and smiles.
"What's up, Mom?"
She steps into the room and sits beside me. "I've been speaking with your father."
I cringe.
Mom catches the motion and gives me a sad smile. "Sweetheart, he loves you so much."
I shake my head, snapping the cover to the tube of lotion closed and setting it on my nightstand. "I'm not doing this, Mom."
"Can you hear me out, please?"
I glance at Mom and see the pain behind her smile. After Seth died, she was never the same, but neither was I. His death made big holes in our hearts that haven’t fully healed yet. My attempted suicide didn't make it any better.
She could've lost both her kids within months.
I lost myself the day my brother left this earth. Depression is a bitch. It eats your happy thoughts away like cancer and tears down the best part of yourself. Sometimes, it's easier to end it before it begins to spare yourself from the unbearable pain others leave behind.
"He fucked up, I know."
A burst of shocked laughter bubbles out of me at Mom saying the F word.
She laughs along with me. "He is the one that will have to live with for the rest of his life."
I nod, holding back my tears. My father's mistake started the catastrophe. A storm, and we're still digging ourselves out from the wreckage.
"Did your father tell you what happened that night?"
I shake my head. What other explanation is there? He fucked his son's girlfriend.
Mom sighs. "I want you to hear his side of the story." When I look at Mom, she holds her hands up and says, "It's not an excuse, but you always believed in second chances, sweetheart. Shaun is yours."
I close my eyes and allow my mind to travel back in time to when Seth saw the messages from one of the girls from middle school. She was a bully and would taunt me because of my episodes. He would sayeveryone has a story to tell, whether we want to hear it or not,Skittles. But it's up to us what to do with the ending.
"Scar, it's time to forgive your father. It's time toheal."
THIRTY-EIGHT
SCAR
