All I Want For Christmas Is You

I ran into the living room in terror and I was crying my eyes out. “What’s wrong love?” Liam asked as he sat next to me. I couldn’t breath, I couldn’t think straight, I didn’t know what to say. Liam comforted me and rubbed the top of my back. “At least we got your little sister from Lou,” he said as he pointed at Val, who was reading a picture book by the door. “I… Thank you but...” I started. “My mom…. She… She ...” “What happened?” Harry asked as he rushed over to me, and pushed Liam away from me. I ducked away from Harry. I was already ashamed in him from last night, and his comfort wasn’t going to do anything. Harry seemed sad about my actions to him. “What’s wrong? I heard her crying from the other room!” Niall said as he came up to me. I think he was closer to me since I made Karla apologize and everything to him… if it wasn’t for me I know she wouldn’t have.
“I don’t know, she won’t tell us,” Liam said as he continued to stare at me in sadness. “Is Cat okay?” Val asked as she looked up from her book. I looked in Val’s eyes and I started balling again. “Mom’s dead,” I cried as I threw my face in my knees that I had pulled close to my face.
Everyone in the room was silent and then Val spoke up. “Mom… Dead?” she asked, not believing what I said. I nodded and I jumped out of the couch and to Val and I grasped her and cried on her shoulder and then pulled her back. I rubbed the tip of my nose and looked at the ceiling and back to her, catching my breath. I had to be strong for her. “Be strong baby,” I said as I combed back her hair from her eyes. I saw her eyes begin to water. “Mom isn’t coming home for Christmas?” she weakly asked, rubbing her little soft, palms together. I shook my head as I choked up again. I couldn’t cry. I had to be the example for Valerie.
“But… She’s suppose to be there,” she choked out as she began to cry at the end of her statement. I hugged her tight. “How?” Karla asked, hearing the whole conversation. I was silent for a moment and then spoke, “She had a heart attack. From overdose,” I said choking up, but strongly holding back the tears. Karla looked sympathetically and came to hug me. “I didn’t even know she did those things,” I cried in Karla’s shoulder. “I don’t even know what to do anymore. I won’t have a home, or anything!” I cried, screaming. Karla held the back of my head and leaned against it. “Everything’s gonna be okay,” she said, trying to make me feel better. It wasn’t really helping.

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