We're almost to Chapter Thirty and I just want to say how extremely happy I am for everybody's support. I have failed you guys a few times with the inconsistency and managed to lose readers but I am trying my best to continue forward and continue posting. These upcoming chapters have been a lot to think about. There won't be serious things in a few chapters but they're will be soon, so please be patient with me and I'll see you again on the thirstiest chapter.
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XXVII.
Zach
There she was.
Her face was wet with tears, and her eyes were red. She stood outside my door with a backpack on her back, one of her hands holding the strap and the other wiping away the tears. It was dark outside, but the sensor light on my porch lightened up her face. I didn't see it before until she stepped inside, a bruise just lower of her left eye, and it looked as if her lip was busted.
Hesitantly, I closed the door behind me, stared at the back of her head, confused. I had no idea why she was here, but whatever the reason was, it had to be good. She turned around as I leaned against the door with my hand still on the doorknob.
"Mom, why are you here?" I asked her, whispering since I did have guests upstairs.
"I needed you, King," she said. Her eyes were bloodshot red, and I could tell from her nose that she wasn't just crying. She had done a line before she got here-- which wasn't a surprise to me anymore.
"Are you on drugs right now?" I asked, already knowing the question but wanting to see if she would lie to me. I honestly did not have the time to deal with her, and it would be a matter of time before everybody came downstairs to see why I was taking long.
On Saturday, my mother came over during my sleepover and shocked me with her appearance. We all had a blast, though. My mother is truly an animal when it comes to a party. She engaged herself in our conversation and even baked us brownies that she had brought over. She was only staying for four days, but I didn't want her to leave at all. That was until Monday.
On Sunday, Mom and I spend it alone. She planned a whole day for just us. In the morning, we went to a diner and chitchatted the entire time we were there.
"So, you and Eden?" She had asked when our fries came.
"Me and Eden what?" I asked, taking a bite from the hot fry.
"Are you two, you know, a thing?" She smirked. I chuckled and shook my head.
"She's just a friend, Mom," I told her. Nothing was going on between Eden and me. We were just friends, close friends, now.
"Mhm," she hummed unconvinced.
"Seriously, Ma,"
"Why?"
I furrowed my eyebrows, "what do you mean why?"
She took a bite of her stack of fries in her hand, "Why are you, two only friends?"
"Believe it or not, I can be friends with females without wanting to be more than that."
"I know that, King," she wiped her hands with napkins, "but you two would be cute together."
I smiled. The number of times Eden and I got that from friends and even strangers when we're out together. I didn't understand why no one would believe us when we said nothing was going on between us. Eden wasn't an awful person-- in fact, she's one of the best people that I have ever met, and anyone would be lucky to be with her, but me? I wasn't ready for a relationship--especially when I didn't even believe in love.
