[Caleb and Scarlet Make an Ex Tape 3] by Mia Clark

Author:Mia Clark [Clark, Mia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781979691123
Amazon: 1979691126
Goodreads: 36668358
Publisher: Cherrylily
Published: 2017-11-21T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Scarlet <<< REWIND

Are you happy now, Caleb? Really, are you fucking happy? Do you think I want you here, in my house, seeing how fucking shitty everything is? If you wanted to pity date me before, you really must want to do it now.

Look at me, Scarlet, the fucking charity case. Oh, woe is me, in my messy as fuck house, with my dad who barely remembers my mom is dead, and does stupid shit like get takeout Chinese food and roses for his wedding anniversary. It wouldn't even be so bad if he would just...

Just...

I don't know, alright? But maybe if he just accepted her death, and then he still got roses and Chinese food, but he invited me to eat with him. And he didn't think my mom was going to magically be alive and show up at any moment, you know? Nah, instead of that, him and I could sit and eat and reminisce or whatever the fuck we want to do. We could talk about my mom and all the memories he has of her, and I could try to remember as much of her as I can, because I think I'd be able to if I could just talk about her more.

I mean, maybe they'd be fake memories. Maybe I wouldn't really remember her the same way I remember other things. But I could feel that way, right? If my dad told me more about her and then I remembered what little I can remember, too, and...

That's not what he's doing. He's going to lay all of the Chinese food out in the dining room, and he's going to set two places. I know that much, at least. I know where my mom used to sit at the table because it's the spot my dad always sets for her.

He's going to try to find a vase for the flowers, but we don't have one. That's not entirely true. We have vases, and every so often my dad buys another one when he can't find the ones we already have. I hide them, though. I can't deal with the flowers. I hide the vases, or sometimes I steal them and smash them somewhere. I throw them away. I get rid of them so he'll stop buying flowers, but when he can't find a vase he just leaves them on the table, wrapped up in their stupid fucking plastic wrapper from the grocery store.

And then he's going to sit there. He's going to sit in the dining room, all the Chinese food laid out, plates set, flowers laying in the center of the table. He'll wait there for hours until the food's cold, and maybe he'll reheat it in the microwave a couple times. Once it's really dark out and kind of late, he'll keep the table set while he goes into the living room to watch TV and wait more.

I heard him call her once. He picked up the phone in the living room, the one that's been there forever, and he dialed my mom's number.

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