The Way You Don't Look At Me

Chapter 8 - Mother's Day (part 1)

After the night of the party, Demi and I were inseparable. And it didn't feel like she was doing it out of pity, it was genuine.

We were either always talking on the phone, or we were together. Nothing flirty has really gone on, but I'm feelings have definitely grown for the older woman. She was all I thought about. I'm so grateful for everything she has done for me, and for her company since the party, which was two weeks ago.

One Saturday I woke up, in a decent mood. I looked to my side and Demi was still fast asleep. I convinced her to watch the "conjuring universe" movies with me. I didn't know if she liked horror movies so part of the reason I asked was because I wanted to be the hero of the night and hold her when she was scared. But no, she's just as twisted and fucked up as I am when it comes to horror movies. We laugh.

I ran my fingers through my hair and checked my phone. I saw I had a text from my aunt. "Hey love, I know how hard tomorrow is for you, so if you need anything let me know."

I furrowed my eyebrows when rereading the text. "What?" I whispered to myself. What was tomorrow? I tried to think of every possible birthday, and I couldn't. Thought of death anniversaries, and none were around this time.

I went to my calendar and saw tomorrow was Sunday, and there was an attachment with the date. Instantly my heart sunk.

Mother's Day.

Now, this tomorrow is never easy. Neither is the day before. I put my head in my hands because I do this every year. I forgot Mother's Day, and then remember the day before and my weekend is always ruined. I usually spend it alone, off my phone, and miserable.

I felt the sadness already start to take over my body. I started thinking about everything. The last time I saw my mother, my siblings that live by her that I never get to see. The dreams. The issues it all left me with.

I must have been zoning out pretty hard considering the fact I didn't hear Demi calling my name until the third time. I also didn't know I was crying. "Yeah, what's up?" I turned to ask her. She gave me a sad look and instantly used her thump to wipe away my tears.

"Baby, what's wrong?" She asked me. I felt my heart leap when she called me baby. But I shook it off. "I just was reminded of something, I'm okay." I told her, trying my best to give a reassuring smile. But she wasn't buying it. "Okay fine. I realized tomorrow is Mother's Day. And Mother's Day weekend is never a good weekend for me." She nodded and tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear.

"What do you usually do when this day happens?" Demi asked me. I shrugged my shoulders. "Usually just cry." I said bluntly.

"Well not this year." She told me confidently. I looked at her confused. "You're gonna come to my parents house with me tonight. I always spend the night there Mother's Day eve to Mother's Day."

I shook my head at her "No I couldn't intrude like that, and plus I don't know how good of company I'll be" I told her, feeling the tears starting to come back.

"You wouldn't be intruding. I promise. And we're gonna have fun. I promise. I'd just rather you not be alone this weekend."

I looked at her hesitantly and sighed. "Fine." I told her. I saw Demi's smile grow bigger and her pulling me in for a hug. "You get to meet the Lovato/ De La Garza fam. Get ready. Well leave in about five hours. I'm gonna go home and get ready and call my mom. You're not gonna regret this." She told me and planted a small kiss on my forehead. I smiled at her as I watched her grab her things and leave my room, and walking out of my apartment.

Wait. Did i just agree to meet Demi's family? Fuck.

I'm trying to keep a positive mindset, and not let what tomorrow is ruin what could be a great night, but this shit is harder than people realize.