Make Me Better

I groaned and shoved Frank. He muttered something under his breath and pulled a pillow over his head.
"Answer it." I mumbled. I could barely keep my eyes open due to the sunlight that was beaming into the room. Frank's phone would NOT stop ringing.

"Iero!" I snapped. He finally obliged and I felt him shift in the bed.

"Hello?" He asked dully. I sat up slowly and let out a yawn.

'Who are you with?' I heard over the phone. I looked over at him quickly. He was talking to Jenna. I could tell that Frank was about to say my name. I shook my head quickly. This kid was clueless.

"No one." He answered quickly, too quickly. I brushed my hands through my hair. I bet I looked crazy.

"Jenna, its a bit early." Frank said.

'Early? It's 12 in the afternoon.' I heard her say. She sounded annoyed. 12? God, I should be home. What if they realized that I was gone? I would be in deep shit. Or not, considering what was going on.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry, I fell asleep pretty late. Uh, so. Why are you calling?" Frank rubbed the back of his neck while he spoke.

'You said we were going to the movies, remember? You told me to meet you at your place. Well, here I am. Waiting for you to open the door.'

Oh god, she was outside. How the hell was I supposed to leave?

"Oh,right. Give me a minute." Then he hung up. I jumped out of his bed and slipped my shoes on. I searched for my jacket as Frank stood and walked over to me.

"You ok?" He asked softly.

I had almost forgotten that I sort of cried last night. I could seriously slap myself for being so stupid.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I asked as I slipped on my jacket.

"Well, just last night and-"

"Frank, I'm fine. Forget about that. We got other things to deal with. Won't she be mad if she knew I was here?" I asked.

"I don't think its a big deal. I'll just say you came over earlier today." Frank smiled. That didn't sound like a good plan. Before I could say anything Frank was heading downstairs. I jogged out into the hall trying to stop him. Maybe I could leave through a window or something.
It was too late. The front door swung open.

Jenna looked straight up at me. I was standing on the stairs by then. I was a bit nervous. Not that she intimidated me but the fact that she and Frank were in a relationship. Most boyfriends don't spend the night with their best friend, right?

"Oh, I thought you said no one was over." Jenna said quietly.

"Oli came over-"

"You two look like you just woke up or..." She glanced back to the stairs. She eyed my face. My hair. Oh, my hair! I forgot to look in the mirror before I got out here. My hair must of looked crazy.

"We took a nap." I said.

"Together?" She questioned.

"No." I didn't know what else to say. I didn't have a better explanation.

"Well, I gotta head home." I said after a moment of awkward silence. I walked down the stairs.

"I'll take you." Frank offered.

"It's fine but thanks." I walked past them and onto the front porch.

"Oli, you look crazy." Frank laughed. I turned to glare at him.

"Just let me take you home. You don't need to walk home looking like that." He grinned.

"The movie starts in 20 minutes." Jenna interrupted. I had almost forgotten that she was there. She was giving me weird look.

"No, it's ok. Just go to the movies with her." I emphasized the 'her'. I tried fixing my hair as I spoke.

"Better?" I asked Frank. He nodded.

" 'Kay, see you later." I jumped off the porch and made my way home. I couldn't help to feel a little angry towards Jenna. She wasn't very nice today. I wonder Frank saw in her? Or did she only act like that when I was around?

The walk home was peaceful. It was a nice afternoon. A bit chilly but the sun was out. Once I spotted my house I slowed my pace. I didn't know what to expect. I didn't know if my mom would be home. If I would be in trouble for sneaking out.

I pulled out my key and opened the door slowly. It was quiet. I took a step in and stood by the doorway for a moment. I looked around the living room. No one. I made sure to stay quiet as I made my way to my room. Suddenly, a door opened behind me. I spun around. It was my dad. I looked at his face intently. He looked tired.

"Olive." He said in a strained voice. I was waiting for my mom to pop out of nowhere and tell me that everything was going to be ok.
That didn't happen.

"You're mom left. I told her it would be best to get a divorce. She happily agreed. She's moving out. You can stay with her if you want." He whispered. I was having difficulty understanding what he was saying. Happily agreed? That's a bit harsh.

"I don't want to stay with her. I'll stay here, with you." I said quickly.

"I'm not sure if you mother would be happy with that."

"It's her fault. I don't want to be with her and anything she tries to do won't change that." I said loudly. I was getting upset. How could she just throw all of this away? We were her family. How could she agree to do this so quickly? Don't people try to work things out? Before I knew what was happening I was hugging my dad. We stood there for a moment. I did this. I caused all of this.

"I'm sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything...I..."

"Olive," My dad pulled away and held me arms length. " I'm glad you told me."

"You aren't mad at me?" I asked. He shook his head.

"We'll get through this, kiddo." He ruffled my hair like he used to when I was younger. I smiled.
He had to head off to work. I couldn't tell if he was sad or not. Well, of course he had to be but he was good at hiding it. My mom's things were still here. That meant she would be around for them. I didn't want to see her.

I walked into my room and tried to distract myself by cleaning. It wasn't working. All I could think about was my dad. I knew I shouldn't be worried. He can take care of himself. I just felt really bad for him. I wonder where my mom was now? With that guy?

She was a terrible person. I had lost all respect towards her. I heard the front door. I knew it wasn't my dad since he didn't get back from work until later in the day. I opened my door and popped my head out. I could hear shuffling in the living room. I knew it was her. I closed my door slowly and locked it. She wouldn't try and come in here. I sat on my bed quietly. Making sure that she wouldn't notice that I was home. I wanted to so badly open that door and call her names. To tell her that what she was doing was wrong. It didn't matter, none of that would change anything. My heart sped up when my door handle started to jiggle. I remembered that I had locked it. I smiled softly. She kept trying.

The door flew open. I must of had a really crappy lock on my bedroom door. We stared at each other for a long period of time, neither of us saying a word.

"What are you doing here?" I asked sharply.