falling apart {5.15.12} (Part 3/4)

I sit, staring at the outside world.
I should be unpacking, but what's the use? We're only going to pack everything back up in a couple months.
Anger wells up inside me and I would like nothing better than to flee this place.
They stole my childhood.
A knock on the door interrupts my thoughts.
"Honey?" The muffled voice says, "Your father and I are going out, we won't be back until the morning."
I don't respond, knowing that if I do, the words that come out will be bitter and dripping with anger.
When the door closes, and the car leaves the driveway, I'm left with my thoughts.
Something was different in the way my mom spoke.
What if? The thought hits me like a spear driven into my chest.
What if I never see them ever again?
and I begin to cry.