"Er, what did you do for the last um, few weeks?"
I sighed. My dad wasn't always the talkative type.
"Um, I hung out at Edward's…a lot." I said, chewing on my meatball.
"So, same old-same old then?" He said, giving me a smile.
I chuckled at little at out inside joke. "Yeah, dad. Same old-same old."
"What? Why are you guys laughing?" Mom said, looking confused as me & dad laughed harder and harder.
"Nothing!" I exclaimed, trying not to laugh.
"Hahaha, very funny guys." Mom said, rolling her eyes playfully.
"Okay, okay. I have a joke." Dad said, stopping his laughter.
"What?" Mom and I said in unison.
"Okay. Er, what's the difference between roast beef and pea soup?"
"What? I don't know. Mom?" I said, getting lost.
"Er…I don't get it." She said, scratching her head.
"Okay, well…anyone can roast beef. But no one can pee soup! Haha!" He said, cracking up like his joke was funny.
"Oh, um. Hahaha." Mom said awkwardly.
"Ha, ha. Er, very funny, dad." I messed my hair up, trying to fake a laugh.
"What, not funny? Oh, come on guys. You know it's funny! Okay, fine. We'll ask the waiter. Hey, waiter!" Charlie said, waving his arms around, making the waiter behind him slip, causing the food he was holding to fly up the air and land on my dad's face.
"HA! Now, that's funny!" Me and mom exclaimed in unison.
My dad, being my dad, just wiped all the pasta off his face and laughed. He laughed as hard as he could, and so did the rest of us.
The drive home was full of dad's corny jokes and mom's weird stories. And also my sufficient laughter.
Everything just felt so carefree.
But the minute my dad opened the door, everything and everyone went tense. It was like the whole house was full of all those nervousness we're feeling now.
"So…" Dad said, sitting down on the couch.
"So." I sat on the chair opposite him, pretending to be completely calm.
"Bella, sweetie. We need to talk," Mom said, sitting down beside Charlie. I noticed that they didn't hold hands anymore when they sat down together, like they used to. Tears started building in my eyes, but I held them back.
"Okay." I simply said, bracing myself.
"Well, you see, Bella…" Mom started, her voice sounding crackly.
"Your mom and I love each other very much and well," Charlie continued.
"We, well, things just aren't working out right now…" I noticed that mom was already tearing up.
"No. No, no, no." I wiped the tears off my eyes.
"We're really sorry Bella. But we want you to know that it's not your fault. It's no one's fault." Mom said, starting to cry.
"We're really sorry, Bells. But we love you. And we always will." My dad said, staring out into space.
"I love you guys too." I said, standing up and hugging my parents.
"We love you, Bella. We love you." Rene said, hugging me back.
I sighed, hugging my parents tighter and tighter, knowing that this would be our last 'family' hug.
"Oh, Bella. Don't cry, it's gonna be okay." Charlie said, pulling away and rubbing my back.
"Dad, can I just…I have to go somewhere. I'll be back in an hour." I said, standing up, taking my coat and walking out the door, without another word.
I ran to my truck, crying as hard as I could. There was only one place to go right now. The place where I could be with my possibly last person I could call 'family'.