"Your dad and I are splitting up."
What would a normal teenager feel when your mother utters those words to you over dinner. Your favourite meal, no less. Suddenly my fettucini ala Cabernet didn't seem so delicious. In fact, the pasta left in my mouth tasted stale.
My older brother by three minutes stared at me across the table. His face held no expression but his stormy grey eyes told me everything I needed to know. He was too shocked to feel anything but something inside of him broke – and he knew there was no remedy in the universe to fix it.
That's right, people. The Cabernet family ain't as perfect as the people of Beverly Hills make them out to be.
"Why?" my brother whispered.
"Honey, sometimes love doesn't last forever. Your father and I decided it would be better to get a divorce now than five years later when we've gotten so sick of each other probably one of us would be killed by the other," said mom.
Typical mom, trying to make things better with lame jokes. Well guess what, mom? We're not laughing along with you.
My dad, who was silent this whole time, chose this moment to speak. "Nessa, Nathan, you have to understand this will be the best for us. You don't want to live in a broken family with so many internal fights, don't you?"
I stood up, knocking the chair I originally sat on to the ground. "I'm going to my room."
I started running up the stairs to my room, slamming the door behind me. I guess it all didn't sink in yet. I mean, my parents were together for twenty years. And when they had me and my brother four years after their marriage, they supported each other like a perfect couple would. I've always wished to find a perfect match for me just like my mom did. Now, I'm not so sure.
Now there were tears running down my cheeks. I was going to be a part of a broken family. In my sixteen years of living, that situation has never even crossed my mind. Now – I would be living it.
There was a knock on my door. Nathan's head poked in. He gave me a one-sided smile that I was sure held the fancy of half the girls in Beverly Hills. I didn't blame those girls for crushing on him. He inherited my father's tall build and straight hair whereas I inherited my mother's slender figure and wavy hair. Despite that, we both had our father's golden brown hair and my mother's eyes.
"Are you okay, Ness?" he asked, cautiously.
"No. I mean, mom and dad splitting up? That's…hard. You know what I mean?" I said softly, hugging one of my pillows.
Nathan walked over to me and sat beside me on my bed. He put an arm around my shoulders and held me in a comforting embrace. He had always been the one I turned to, eventhough we fight at times.
"I know exactly what you mean. I assumed they would be those couples that'll die old together after seeing their great-grandchildren."
I put my head on his shoulder, right at the crook of his neck. "I'm scared, Nate."
"Why would you be scared?"
"What if mom and dad turn out to be those couples that fight to the death for custody? Then the judge would think it would be fair for them to have one of us each. Then, we'd be…"
"Seperated," he finished for me.
I started sobbing again, the horrible scene playing in my mind. Nathan held my head gingerly with his other hand. I felt something wet hit my head. I looked up slightly to see tears coming from Nate. He rarely cries so this was a surprise to me.
"Ness?" he called after a few minutes of our silent crying.
"You know, I've been thinking. And maybe mom and dad was right. I mean, if they don't love each other, it would be slow torture to be together. Try to empathyze with them for a moment here. In a few years, they'd be miserable. They'd be fighting all the time and then we'd be miserable. We wouldn't want that, right?"
I sighed. I hated how righteous he was. What he said had some truth in it. I clutched the pillow closer to my chest.
"You're right, Nate."
He smiled and slowly let go of me. He stood up and walked still he was standing right in front of me. He held out a hand.
"What are you doing?" I asked, laughing.
"I would like you to escort me in asking the parental units for their forgiveness, my lady," he said formally, bowing deeply.
"It would be my pleasure," I laughed, unable to hold in my laughter. He hooked his arm around mine and we walked to the dining room. We saw our parents talking in hushed tones.
Nathan cleared his throat, catching their attention. They turned to face us.
"Mom, dad, me and Nate just wanted to tell you that we're sorry for not understanding. If you guys really want to get a divorce, we understand."
My mom stood up and gave me a tight hug. My dad did the same to Nate.
"Tomorrow's the last day of school," my dad said casually.
"We know," Nate said.
"Well, I want you two to come live with me in my new house for the summer. You'll come back for the school year next year, don't worry. So you're not leaving your friends or anything behind."
I wasn't exactly happy about this but I did tell them I'd understand. So, instead of kicking and screaming like a little kid would, I shrugged and smiled. "Sure, dad."
"Where's your new house?" asked Nate.
"It's a beach house. In Malibu."
Nate and I exchanged smiles. A summer by the beach? Very cool.
A/N: Okay, since to me You Promised was an epic fail (I re-read it and literally smacked my head on the table) I decided to start on a new story. Thank you to those that reviewed on You Promised. They were harsh but those helped me – a lot. Thank you =)
So for this story, I really want it to be an awesome read for everyone. So please, review so I know what you guys are thinking about this, okay?
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