Torn Souls by crystal Cattabriga

to walk away.
     

 
    Chapter Seven
     
    When I arrived home, I saw that my mom had left a note on the table letting me know she’d be home late and Dad would be home around six. It was nothing new that I was home most of the time by myself. Today out of all days, I was kind of glad. This would give me time to just relax and watch a little TV. Knowing Mom wasn’t going to be home until late I made myself a sandwich, grabbed some chips, a bottle of water and headed to my room.
     
    While devouring my pre-dinner, I found one of my favorite movies on. For me personally, maybe and because I’m a girl, this movie always seemed to make me cry. I mean really, who doesn’t love Sleepless in Seattle . Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan were perfect for the roles they played in this movie. I remember a couple of years back, after watching it for the first time; I had asked my mom if we could move to Seattle. Of course, she laughed and said, “Julia, why do you want to move to Seattle?”
     
    “Maybe that way when I get old enough to date, I could possibly find a man like Tom Hanks,” I said with all seriousness.
     
    Of course, in the end, we never moved and Mom just thought I was being foolish. I didn’t care because I told myself that when I was old enough I’d move there if I wanted to and no one could stop me. The movie ended just as Dad got home.
     
    “Julia, I’m home, ” Dad called out to me.
     
    Collecting all of my trash off my bed, I headed downstairs. I found him lying across the couch with his shoes kicked off and the TV on. “Hey Dad, how was your last day on the job?” I asked trying to sound sympathetic seeing he looked wiped out.
     
    “Let’s just say, I’m glad to be home, Julia,” he said while letting out a deep breath.
     
    “Well, Mom left a note saying she’d be home late, so it’s just you and me.”
     
    “I know. She called me at work harping on me saying, “Did you call the movers to make sure they’ll be here first thing in the morning? Remember to move all the packed up boxes into the living room to make it easier to load up the truck. Of course there was more, but I’m too tired to go on and on right now, but I do need your help in a little while,” he said not looking thrilled at all.
     
    “Sure, no problem, do you want me to cook you something?” I asked knowing he wasn’t going to get up and make himself something for dinner.
     
    “That would be really nice. Maybe a couple of grilled cheese sandwiches with extra cheese,” he said with a big smile plastered across his face.
     
    “I can do that for you. Be back in a second.”
     
    While I was making Dad’s second sandwich, I could hear him on the phone saying, “Yes, I know. Don’t worry, I’ll get it done. Yes, all right.” I knew he had to be on the phone with Mom. I bet she was asking him if he had even started moving the boxes to the living room. Mom has never been the type of person to wait for the last minute to do something. As for Dad, that’s something he’s good at, especially when it comes to something around the house.
     
    “Here you go. Two grilled cheese sandwiches with extra cheese,” I said handing him the plate.
     
    “Thanks, kid, you’re the best.”
     
    I headed back into the kitchen to clean up while Dad ate. I really didn’t want to move any boxes into the living room, but I knew if I didn’t help Dad do it, he’d never move off the couch. After Dad finished his sandwiches and I let him settle his stomach for a few minutes, I marched myself into the room saying, “Come on. Let’s get moving before Mom goes crazy.”
     
    “Yes, I’m getting up. Just give me two minutes, though. I want to catch the rest of this debate,” he pleaded while tapping the cushion next to him for me to sit.
     
    Of course I gave in, sitting next to him. I never really followed much politics. The only thing I really knew about that subject was what I’d learned in school. My plan wasn’t to follow either one