As soon as I walked through the front door, my mother approached me, but she didn't look angry or upset at all, like I expected. On the contrary. She was beaming from ear to ear and had also dressed up nicely, which at 10 p.m. seemed almost spooky to me. Her reddish hair was tied up and the black dress really didn't look like you would wear it just to relax at home. "There you are my darling," she greeted me and I immediately wondered if I had fallen asleep in the cinema, because the theater here could only be a crazy dream. "What's going on here?" I asked her skeptically, then looked over at the brown, open kitchen, where pots and pans sat on the stove. I immediately noticed that our round glass table next to it was set, and not just for two, but for four people. My first thought, which was also the nicest, was that she had called my father and they wanted to make up, but then why set for four? "Sit down first," she pushed me on my back to the table, where I took a seat, confused and still eyed her questioningly. She hummed to herself and stood across from me in the kitchen to distribute the food into bowls and just then the doorbell rang. I was completely overwhelmed, felt like I was in a badly made movie and trapped, like I was frozen. I wasn't able to get up or say anything and when she then padded past me smiling to the door, I turned to the front door and couldn't believe my eyes when she kissed the man who entered the cheek much too intimately gave. I was underwater in an instant because this man was the one I caught in bed with her. My blood froze in my veins and I could feel my fast heartbeat in my throat. That could only be a joke. "Hello Mia, I'm Thomas," the black-haired man tore me out of my thoughts and held out his hand to me, but I just stared at him in disbelief and then looked at my mother, who was still standing at the door and talking to someone. Thomas, or whatever that bird was called that wasn't welcome here, withdrew his hand and then fiddled with his blue and white checked shirt as if uncomfortable. He should too! He wasn't wanted here and I would have liked to jump at my mother's throat, but just when I had composed myself and wanted to get up, I suddenly looked into the face of this idiot next to her and when Thomas also said "That's it my son Kiyan" my patience was at an end. I got up frantically, walked towards my beaming mother and yanked her by the arm into my room. "Are you out of your mind?!" I yelled at her, struggling not to burst into tears of anger. How could she do such a thing to my father after so many years together? This man and this Kiyan had no business here. It was still my father's house and not hers. "Behave yourself for at least one evening and don't always embarrass me!" she hissed, pulling her arm away from me to adjust her dress again. "Or maybe I should sign you up for therapy. Your behavior is starting to worry me, Mia." I widened my eyes and couldn't believe what she had just said. Are you worried about my behavior? Because I was at my best friend's party and I stood up for my dad? So, unlike her, I felt completely normal! "I'm going to papa," I gave her back briefly and just wanted to grab my backpack when she immediately grabbed my arm and looked at me angrily. "You're not going anywhere! Do we understand each other?" she warned, then left my room to slam my door so hard I jumped in shock. This all had to be a bad joke. I picked up my cell phone and tried to reach Juline first, but she didn't answer, which made the tears start to flow down my cheeks and I just felt alone, abandoned and misunderstood. I flopped down on my bed crying and must have looked at Micah's number and profile picture for several minutes, but I didn't call him. Before the kiss, I would have called him, but after that mistake, it just wasn't possible to feel comfortable with him anymore. I didn't need to call my father and I didn't dare to. He would probably explode with anger or fall into a deep depression. I didn't want to do that to him. He had enough worries without even knowing what was going on here. I got up again and carefully considered my next steps. Over there, a wall away, my mother was sitting with her new lover and the worst of all was the thought that this Kiyan was his son. How should I imagine all this? I felt really slow like Got it kidding and just waiting for it all to unravel because nothing felt real anymore. When there was a knock on the door, I held my breath as if no one would know that I was here, but of course it knocked again and hesitantly I ran to the white door, wiping the tears from my face on the way , which were replaced far too quickly by new ones. I slowly opened it and without giving Kiyan permission, he walked past me into my room and looked around curiously. Without saying anything, he just walked over to my bedside table and sat on my bed to look at the photo of me and Juline. "Can you please leave," I whispered through sobs, standing in front of him with my arms crossed, just like at the movies. "Do you really want me to go?" he then asked and I felt momentarily caught in his piercing gaze. He got up, came too close to me again and when I had recovered, I nodded at him and he left my room without saying a word. Completely overwhelmed, I just ignored my mother's threat and grabbed my backpack to stuff all sorts of clothes from my black dresser into it. Then I put on my headphones and turned on the song “Eye of the Tiger” on my cell phone. If only then, I thought to myself and, with the loud music in my ears, simply walked through the hallway and past them to the front door. A quick glance at the table and the three of them all looked at me at the same time, but each in his own way. While this Thomas had no expression in his eyes, my mother's face foamed with anger and Kiyan looked at me as if he were too just want to run away, but not with me. Should he choose his own time to make the bend. On top of that, seeing that my mother seemed to be talking to me, I only smiled mildly at the fact that I couldn't understand a word, and left the demons' house at exactly 11:00 p.m. to walk down the deserted street. Next target Juline.