Make Me Better

"She said she was pregnant." I frowned, Frank and I were still in his car but we were parked right in front of my house.

"Who's baby is it?"

"She doesn't know." I rolled my eyes, feeling total hatred towards my mom. I was sort of hoping that her unborn child belonged to her lover because it would complicate things if it were actually my dad's.

"I'm sorry, Olive." Frank reached over to grasp my face in his hands.

"Yeah, I am too." I decided that it would be best to go in the house, I knew my dad wasn't home yet. He wouldn't be home for another two hours at the least. Frank kept me company as I tried to think of a way to tell my dad. I could just blurt it out. Or, I could make my dad call my mom and force her to tell him. I liked that idea. I didn't want to be the one to have to tell him.

"It'll be fine."

"I hope so. I just don't know how to tell him." I shook my head and ran a hand through my hair. I heard the front door open and I tensed up. He was home early.

"What do I do? Do I tell him now?" I asked in a hurried whisper. Frank furrowed his eyebrows and shrugged.

"I don't know." I looked up to see my dad in the doorway.

"Hey, kiddos. How did it go?" He had his signature smile on. Ugh, I can't do this. Frank and I stayed quiet.

"Olive, you ok?" Dad asked as he walked further into my room. I shook my head quickly. I knew that now I had to actually tell him.

"Mom told me something." I mumbled, I got off the floor and stood up. My dad wore a face of confusion.

"What did she say?" He asked slowly, sounding a bit nervous. I stayed silent for a moment, deciding what words I should use.

"Olive?" He asked a bit urgently when I didn't answer right away. I felt frozen, I knew what I needed to say but I couldn't get it out. I looked away from my dad and looked down at my hands, I was playing with my fingers.

"Uh, mom said she was.. She told me she was pregnant." I kept my voice low, but I knew he heard me because he seemed to tense up.

"She what?" I felt a bit uncomfortable, I shouldn't be the one telling him this. I felt a bit bad for Frank because he just had to sit there.

I sighed, not wanting to repeat myself, "She told me she was pregnant. Then she went on and told me she didn't know who the father was."

"Hold on, your mother is pregnant and she isn't sure the father is?" I decided to look up at him, he wore an expression of anger. Anger and sadness.

"Yeah."

"She just had to go off and complicate things. She's so... I'll be back later." He stormed out of my room. Leaving me a bit stunned.

"Wait, where are you going?" I ran after him. I finally caught up to him, he grabbed his keys off the kitchen counter and swung the front door open.

"To go talk to your mother."

"Dad, I don't think you should, At least not now. You're mad and you'll only-"

"Don't worry about me, Olive. " He barked. What was he all snappy at me for? I didn't do anything.

"But-"

"Go inside, Olive." His voice sharp. He looked very scary, which was why I didn't want him to go see my mom. I was pretty mad at her, but that didn't mean I wanted my scary dad to go talk to her. What if her lover was there? We didn't know anything about him? What if he was some crazy guy ?

"What if HE'S home?" I asked quickly.

"I don't give a fuck about him, now go inside." I was about to say something else but I felt a pair of warm arms wrap around my waist.

"Olive, let him go. Your mom will be fine."

"You don't know that." I turned to give Frank an annoyed stare. I heard my dad start his car and I knew it was too late. I couldn't stop him.

"But he's mad. She doesn't need him going over there. He needs to calm down." I sighed sadly.

"I know, but there isn't anything you can do about it." Frank pulled me closer to his body, "Come on." He laced his hand with mine and pulled me back into the house.

Worried was an understatement. I was freaking the hell out. I couldn't stop looking at the clock. An hour had passed by. I kept telling myself that maybe my dad had gotten stuck in traffic. I mean, most people got off of work at this time.

Frank tried his best to keep me occupied and distracted. I was happy that he had stayed with me and made me feel a tad bit better.

"You should go to sleep." Frank suggested. I looked over at the clock once more. Frank had did a good job and keeping me distracted, it was almost 9. This worried me. I knew my dad had to have had been at my mom's house. Or could he just be somewhere else.

"Probably a good idea, " I stood up. "Can you stay for a while longer?"

"Of course." We laced our hands together. Frank had no trouble falling asleep but it was a different story for me. I laid there quietly, looking up at the ceiling. I just wanted to hear the front door open. I pondered on whether I should call my mom and ask her what happened. I didn't want to talk to, though.

I forced my eyes closed and tried my hardest to fall asleep, hoping that when I woke up everything would be fine.