Unholy (Preston Teagardin / Robert Pattinson)

Fifteenth Chapter

When I opened the door, I could hear my parents' voices from the dining room.

"I'm back," I exclaimed.

"Hello, sweetheart!" My mother responded as I entered the dining room.

"How was your bike?" My father asked curiously.

"It's amazing!" I replied.

"You were out there for quite a long time," my father noted. I felt my heartbeat increase a little.

"It was a nice day," I explained, and before my father had a chance to ask anything else, I turned to my mother:

"Smells delicious! I'm so hungry."

My mother smiled at me as she placed the dishes on the table: "You are just in time. The dinner will be out of the oven in a few minutes. Can you bring the salad from the kitchen?"

"Sure!" I was glad I got to leave the dining room to refocus; I knew my father, and I was sure he would ask more about my whereabouts. It was inevitable. He had always been very protective.

When I left the dining room, I could hear my father whispering something to my mother and my mother responding in a quiet tone. I grabbed the salad bowl and took a deep breath before going back into the dining room. I put on my best poker face. When I placed the bowl on the dining table, my mother went into the kitchen to fetch our dinner from the oven. My father and I sat down behind the set table and waited for mother to return.

My mother came back with a steaming dish and placed it in the center of the table. Then she sat down, and we began with our prayer. I could hear my stomach growling as my father was saying the prayer. I should have finished that sandwich, I thought to myself.

Fortunately, it didn't take too long until we got to start eating. For the moment, there was just a sound of cutlery and chewing. My father was the first to speak up:

"So, where did you ride?" I wasn't surprised that he wasn't finished with my interrogation.

"I didn't go too far," I assured him, "I rode around Knockemstiff."

My father mumbled with a satisfied tone, but he wasn't done yet:

"Did you go to the town?"

"No."

"I'm glad that you had a nice day in nature," My mother chimed in.

"I'm taking advantage of a small rural town. I never had an opportunity to spend so much time in the fresh air when we were in Chicago."

My mother turned to give my father a reassuring smile.

"How was work?" I asked my father casually, hoping to shift the topic to something else. 

My father sighed heavily: "Still no luck with the serial killer case. We are working hard to find any new traces that may help us."

I zoomed out from the discussion; I wondered if Preston was eating his supper too. I felt sad that he had to dine alone all the time; I wished I could have kept him company. Even though the last meal (if you could call it that) was hard, we couldn't even finish our sandwiches without giving in to our desires.

I gasped a little; I realized that I was still missing my underwear. I felt my face turning pink. It was awkward to sit behind the dining table with my parents while butt-naked under my dress. I couldn't understand how I hadn't realized that I was missing my panties when I started leaving Preston's place.

When we finished our dinner, I felt pleasantly full. My father reminded me that we had to go to the church the next day. I was always excited to see Preston but the idea of facing him in public made me feel extremely nervous. I couldn't believe that I didn't even know who Preston Teagardin was just a week ago, and with such a short time, he had become all I could think about. My life without him was black and white, but he brought in the colors that I didn't know even existed.