I hated being ripped away from him.
Its like my front door was the gateway to hell, and the last sidewalk square he stepped on was the stairway to heaven.
“Ugh”
I said examining my front door.
“I know babe, but you have to go.”
“Ugh.”
“Oh quit.”
He pryed his hand from mine.
“Bye babe.”
He said before pushing me towards the door.
“Bye”
I said angrily.
He gave a weak laugh, than walked back and held my face in his hands.
“Look, I know you don’t like it, but you have to go home. I’m not any happier about it than you are. I love you, be careful, and dont kill your mom.”
“I’ll try.”
“Good.”
He leaned down, kissed me, than walked towards his house.
I stormed in the door, and plopped down on a chair in the kitchen.
“MOM!”
She peeked her head around the door, than walked in.
“What took you so long?”
“I walked.”
I said, volunteering no information.
“There’s something I have to tell you…..”
There was apparent stress in her voice.
“Mom…. what is it?”
“Its about your Father..”