🌹Rose+Thorn🌹

18. A big explanation

Me and Monty had cleaned the entire house, cooked food and made sure any chores were done just so my mother wouldn't have anything to do when she got home.

We'd thought about what to say but the moment RJ walked into my living room with little Carlos in her arms, my mind went blank. I smiled at the site of my siblings, taking Carlos. "Hey you guys, did you have a nice time?" I asked Rita, bouncing an excited baby in my arms.

"Yeah, Pammy made us cake, we danced to music and I even snuck some of their alcohol!" She replied with a massive smile. "Was it any good?" I questioned with a laugh. She shook her head "Not really, it was gross. How do you guys drink that stuff?" She mumbled as she walked off to her room.

My mother was always slow behind Rita, she wasn't very fast when walking. As soon as my mom walked in, I froze up. I turned and walked to my room, Monty following behind me.

I passed Carlos to him and he kissed the little baby's forehead before sitting down. He was really good with my brother. "When do I talk to her?" I asked, panicking.
"Now, I'll distract RJ and Carlos. Go sit her down and talk to her." Monty told me, smiling sympathetically at me. I nodded "Rita! Come here, Monty wants to talk to you!" I called, walking down the stairs and hearing my sister walk into my own room.

My mom was putting her things down and sitting onto the sofa when I walked in. I passed her a coffee and sat down next to her. "Did you have a nice time?" I asked, smiling at her. She nodded "Yes, It was nice to get away for a second." She chuckled, taking a sip of her drink.

"Mom, I hate to tell you this but I know about Dad. You lied to me, did you think I wouldn't find out?" I quickly stated, feeling guilty for attacking her. Her eyes widened and she stayed silent for a moment. I looked at her, searching for an answer.

"I...Well, Rosalia...I think that you should go to your room." She simply told me, not looking me in the eyes. My mouth dropped open "What? No! Why are you mad at me? You're the one who told me he was dead and He's the one who came to the house at god knows what time last night!" I shouted, shaking my head.
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I stormed to my room where Rita and Monty stood staring at the door. I crashed onto my bed, Monty passing Carlos to Rita and telling her to go in her room politely. Tears of anger and complete betrayal gushed out of my eyes, causing Monty to pull me onto his lap.

I wanted and needed answers but I was shut down. My mother had never used that tone with me before so of course I was utterly upset. I was disappointed too that my father hadn't come clean earlier.

"What the fuck is going on in my life? Everything is happening too fast, can't it slow down? Why was she so mad at me?" I cried into Monty's flannel shirt, soaking it with tears. He didn't seem to mind. He rubbed my back, letting me cry as much as I needed to.

"Should we go for a drive?" He questioned, me pulling my face away and nodding. He wiped the sweat and tears off my face, kissing my forehead. He slowly lifted me off his lap and pulled a jumper from my closet. He passed it to me, taking off his wet flannel shirt and getting a new one I had laying around my room.

Once my jumper was on, I slipped my slippers on my feet. "Can we climbe out the window? I don't feel like seeing my mom." I sighed, resting my head on Monty's chest. He chuckled "Sure, I've got my keys on me so you're lucky."

We made our way down the wall using the pipes and landing on the roof of my living room/kitchen. I could hear my mother shouting down the phone at someone but I didn't care, I just joined Monty in his car and we drove off as soon as possible.

Once we were on the road and the wind was in my face, I felt fresher and safer.
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I sat back on my chair, the class was boring me so I was busy day dreaming. I was doing anything to distract myself, reality was crazy at the moment.

Once me and Monty had left, we went back to his. I ended up staying the night but neither of us knew if I was staying again. I was pulled back to reality by the bell and it was now lunch, although I had no lunch with me.

I found my way to the cafeteria, to see my younger sister sitting with the jocks. I walked over, sitting down next to Monty- he kissed the side of my head as I did so- and gave my sister a confused look.

"Finally, you're here!" She greeted, hugging me tightly. "Mama was so worried about you, you didn't come home last night." She added. I rolled my eyes "What did she tell you? I hope she's told you the truth." I replied with a scoff.

"Yes, she did. Listen, Maybelle and Darcy want me back at their table so I'll see you later." She said before skipping off back to her table.

"Need I remind you boys that she's fifteen!" I snapped at the few jocks who still has their eyes lingering on my sister. Monty held my hand and gave me a stern look "You've been angry all day, calm down a little." He whispered into my ear, giving mw another small peck.

I rested my head on his shoulder and sighed "I'm never going back home." I felt his hand snake around my waist and pull me closer to him. "I can't keep sneaking you in and out of my house." He chuckled.

My stomach grumbled and ached slightly, it felt empty. "Have you eaten?" Monty asked, concerned for me. I shook my head "I'm not hungry." I lied.

"Your stomach says otherwise." He huffed, taking a pack of crisps from his bag and putting them infront of me. "Eat, you need to get some energy in you." He told me as I took the food.

"Monty, you comming tonight brother?" Luke asked, comming up behind him and putting his hand on Monty's shoulder. I looked at Monty, his face lit up- back into action almost.

"You know it, I got the ID ready for after shool!" He laughed, nodding at Luke. "Where? I didn't know you had plans." I stated, under my breath in a passive aggressive tone.

"Just out, don't know where. We've been planning this for ages. You'll be fine at mine, Estela is there and dad won't be back tonight." His tone had changed, almost annoyed that I was questioning him. I decided not to say anything, I was done with drama. He was old enough to do what he wanted, I guess. And I'd been with him all weekend. I was still anxious though, he was leaving me all alone when I needed him.