You're My Forever

Crossed The Line | 98

A Week Later(Friday)...

Everything has definitely felt much more different now that my dad was forgiven by Mr. Meyer. I felt so much more welcome by the Meyers and spending time with Jack wasn't as hard to do anymore. Things also felt much more normal.

Actually, maybe 'normal' wasn't the correct words. Sadly, normal now turned into this mess. Normal now felt like being hated by the Meyer family and held back from being with my boyfriend from my mom. And normal now felt like having to sneak around and disobey our parents every single time Jack and I wanted to be together.

So.. in that case, things now felt better than normal. Sadly things weren't completely better because of my stubborn-ass mom, but it was closer now. 

Speaking of mom, things with her actually haven't changed at all. I mean, we said one thing to each other ever since that very short phone call that one day.. But all it was, was that she quietly asked me if I needed anything from the store when she was about to go out two days ago. After that though, we were back to not talking literally at all.

I swear to god, if she was waiting for me to take back what I said and/or apologize for it, she definitely shouldn't be holding her breath. Sure, I didn't mean it but again, I was only going to take it back when she at least fucking talked to Mrs. Meyer. 

With these thoughts in my mind, I woke up this morning with mixed feelings. Ever since my dad was forgiven, I've been feeling much more grateful but with my mom's stubbornness, I've also been quite pissed off often. I was just trying hard not to let that get the best of me though because I didn't want to be in a bad mood constantly. 

So in a mostly neutral mood, I got out of bed and went to my closet to get dressed. I put on a fitted dark blue sweatshirt along with some denim black ripped shorts. I tied my hair half up half down, brushed my teeth, then went downstairs to leave for school. 

As I was walking to the front door to leave, I saw my mom walking my direction down the hall as well to pass by me. I thought nothing of it. We've crossed paths many times ever since we stopped talking and nothing came from any of those times. 

We walked right by each other without taking a second look. I expected it to end there since nothing even started but I was wrong.

As I was continuing to walk, I suddenly felt a hand around my wrist. I immediately stopped and my eyes widened a little bit. 

Why was she stopping me? We've gone so long without talking, why now? I didn't want to talk to her right now, I wasn't in the mood for it. But right now, I don't think I had much of a choice.

Slowly and hesitantly, I turned to mom. She looked visibly upset but there weren't any tears in her eyes or anything. Once I turned to her she let go of my wrist?

"Do you need something?" I asked her quietly, slightly raising my eyebrow. She was just looking at me. "Are you really happy with the way things are right now..?" Mom asked me quietly. "No." I crossed my arms. "I thought I made that pretty clear that night." I said, my eyebrow raising more. 

"You know that's not what I meant.." Mom said, sighing. I knew. I knew she was referring to mine and her relationship right now but I was willing to shove it in her face that I was unhappy because of her at any time that I could. "Whatever.." I mumbled, looking down. 

"Have I seriously made you so unhappy to the point where you hate me and are ignoring me?" She spoke a little louder, like a mini outburst. "What the hell do you think is going to come from this conversation?" I asked her, crossing my arms. "Just answer my question, Veronica." Mom said firmly. I sighed. "Yes." I said bluntly.