Make Me Better

"Hi, mom." I smiled. It wasn't a real smile. Not at all, it was a nervous smile. She looked exactly the same, I didn't know why I was expecting her to look any different. It wasn't long ago when she left.

"Frank, hi." She smiled at him. He greeted her warmly and squeezed my hand. "Well, come on in." She moved to the side to let us come in. We walked in hand in hand. It looked fancy, like one of those houses that were in movies. It seemed like nothing had been touched.

"Are you two holding hands?" I heard ask. I turned around to face, I looked down at our entwined hands.

I nodded, "Yeah." She raised an eyebrow and looked over at Frank.

"What does that mean?"

"We're together now." I smiled.

"You're with Frank? "

"Yup." Frank answered as smiled brightly. She walked away from the door and led us into the living room.

"Hmm, I didn't see that one coming." I wanted to laugh but I didn't feel comfortable enough to do it. I wasn't comfortable at all. All I wanted to do is see how my mom was doing, that was all. I knew she would have wanted to talk so I knew I would be spending a while with her.

Then it hit me, she was obviously with him. This was probably his house. I got the nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach, I didn't want to see him. He ruined us, my whole family.

"Olive, can I get you anything?" Frank was already sitting on the huge white couch, I nodded. "Water."
I sat next to Frank and looked down at my shoes. This was weird. What were we supposed to talk about? One way or another the topic of her leaving was going to be brought up. She came back and handed me the water.

"How are you?" I asked. I was expecting a happy answer.

"Not very happy." I forced myself to look at her.

"Why?"

"Well, I have something to tell you." Oh god. Those aren't words I wanted to hear. What could she possibly say? Is she marrying this douche bag? I sat quietly and looked away. I looked up at the white walls. They were adorned by paintings, and one picture. It was in a tiny frame. I squinted and tried to figure out who was in the picture. It was me and mom. It was the same picture I had been looking at in my room. My heart swelled up and I felt like I was going to cry.

"I don't know how to say this..." She really wasn't helping me out. She was only worrying me. What was she so nervous about?

"Just say it." I mumbled. Her eyes lingered on Frank. He caught her looking at him and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, I'll leave you two alone. I'm going to go outside and..... you know." He stood up and I really wished he didn't.

"What is it?"

"I've been feeling a bit sick lately. So, I went to the doctor. They said it wasn't anything serious but they told me I was experiencing morning sickness." I choked up. What the hell was she talking about? Morning sickness?

"What does that mean?" I managed to get out in strained voice.

"I'm pregnant." I felt extremely mad. I was trying so hard to have an outburst.

I glared at her, "Ok, why are you telling me this?"

She had tears in her eyes, she wasn't looking at me anymore. She was staring at her hands. "The thing is... I don't know. I'm not sure who the father is."

I groaned, "How could you do this? You wouldn't be in this fucked up situation if you didn't cheat on dad." She looked even sadder than before, she let out a tiny sob.
God, I came her to try and patch things up and then she tells me this.

"So what if it's dad's baby?" I asked. Her head was in her hands, I could hear her sniffing. She was so stupid, I swear. I couldn't put my feelings into words. I was beyond mad. It was one thing to cheat on dad but it was another to get knocked up and not know who the father was.

She didn't answer me, she just kept on crying. If it were any other situation I would have went over and tried to comfort her, but it wasn't.
"I can't believe you." I said, my voice breaking. I felt the familiar wetness on my cheeks. I stood up and that made her to look up at me. Her eyes red, and her face sad.

"Why did you even do it? Why would you do that do dad, to me? Did you not live us?" I asked, she opened her mouth but sobbed escaped.

"I do love you, honey."

"No, you don't. You obviously don't. If you loved me you wouldn't have done this. You wouldn't have abandoned me. You just... You don't love me." By then I was having a sobbing fit. I couldn't control it. I heard her say something but I didn't care. I got out of there quick. I flung open the front door and ran passed the porch, passing Frank.

"Olive?" he hurried after me. I didn't say anything, I got into his car and put on my seatbelt, whilst while having a crying fit.

"Olive, what happened?"

"Can we go? Now." I asked in between shaken breaths. Frank got into the car and drove off. I didn't stop crying. I hid my face in my hands and let it all out. I didn't care that I was crying in Frank's car, I didn't even care that I was crying in front of Frank. It wasn't until I felt Frank's arms wrap around that I realized that he pulled over.

Frank didn't force me to tell him what was wrong, which I was glad for. He let me cry. He let soak his shirt with my tears. I pulled my hands away from my face and buried in into Frank's chest.
I was doing that weird gasping thing that happened when you cried too much. Frank tightened his grip around my body.

He pulled away slightly to look at me, he had a frown on his face. I looked away from him as he let his thumb wipe away some of my tears.

"I love you, Olive." He kissed both of my wet cheeks. I furrowed my eyebrows and wiped away the tears. Frank had never told me he loved me. I knew he was being serious. It was the way he said it.
"Thank you." I kissed his cheek, "I love you too, so much." And I did. I really did. It was there all along. How could I not love Frank. He was so good to me. I leaned my forehead against his. I was still crying, I wasn't as loud as before but i couldn't control it.

"Don't cry, beautiful." He whispered. I bit my lip and pulled away, wiping my face with the back of my hand. I sat there silently, trying to collect myself. Due to all my crying, I had received a terrible headache.

"She told me.... She.. I'll tell you later." I couldn't even say it because I knew it would only make me upset.

"Ok, that's fine." He grasped my hand in his, "You want to go home?" I nodded slowly. With that he started the car and we drove back home. I held Frank's hand tightly, I was trying my hardest not to cry. Here I was, in the same position I was in only months ago. I would have to tell my dad that my mom was pregnant. I would have to deal with his sadness. I had to deal with all the hard things, just because my mom had an affair.