Scribbles of a Broken Heart

“Constance,” a familiar voice called coldly.

I opened my eyes to see my mom, her face not able to mask her anger.

“Get home,” she ordered.

I did as told and her footsteps followed behind me. I was too scared and nervous to even turn around and look and Garrett before leaving.

“Do I have to tell you how the yelling went?”

“Yes.”

“They yelled, I cried. They yelled some more, I cried some more. It lasted about a couple
hours and then I went into my room and cried until I couldn’t anymore. And then I fell into a dreamless sleep.”

Ms. Templeton looked slightly disappointed at my answer but did not mention it.

“What was your punishment?”

“They weren’t really explicit about it. I wasn’t really into TV or video games so they couldn’t take away that. They couldn’t take my cell phone because I needed it after swim meets to call them. I needed my laptop to type up school papers and do research.” I paused, “But they took away Garrett.”

”I don’t understand what has gotten into you, Constance How could you do this to your father and I? Why would you deceive us like this?”

A variation of this discussion had been going on for a little more than two hours. Even though listening to them was torturous, I was relieved that they weren’t yelling at me anymore. I didn’t say a word the entire time. My mom screamed, and then when my dad came how it started up all over again. I’ve never cried so much. And I was helpless really. The only thing I could do was mutter apologies that they wouldn’t believe and cry tears that they wouldn’t try to comfort. I was trapped.

“What are we gonna do?” My mom turned to Dad. His face was so scrunched with disappointment, and every word he spoke was tainted with resentment.

“This is what is going to happen,” he walked over so that he was only a foot away. “You are going to break up with him, and you are not to be associated with him in any way. You will not talk to him, call him, or even so much as look at him. Your mom and I will take you and pick you up from school and swim meets for the next week until we can figure out something more permanent with the Carpenters. You are grounded. No talking with your friends or going out on the weekends. No internet and no television.”

I couldn’t even say anything. I knew that it wouldn’t matter anyways. Fighting them was impossible.

“You can break up with him tomorrow after school. You are going to tell him that you are never going to see him again and that he isn’t allowed to call you or IM you or communicate with you in anyway. You two or over, and that is final. And you’ll make that explicitly clear to
him. Tomorrow, you’re saying goodbye for good.”

The feeling I got when he stopped talking, was strange at best. My stomach tightened so much that it felt as if a vacuum was sucking it from inside. My heart clamped and I could feel it beating in my chest. All thoughts emptied out of my mind and I sat there, numb, well after my parents retired. The following day I would have to say goodbye to the boy that I knew i loved for good.