The Perfect Storm 2

Chapter 194

I look at the bottle of pills in my hand. This seems like way too much but then I remember just how bad my mother is feeling and it makes sense that her treatment is just as heavy. 

Talking to the doctor and explaining why my mother couldn't show up wasn't as bad as I thought it would but when he had to make sure that I was the one purchasing and taking the drugs home, there was an issue, a long issue I'm tired after dealing with. Everything in the house is quiet.

"Mom?" I question into the air but get no answer back. 

I close the door behind me and step inside, leaving my shoes by the door. I glance up the stairs before slowly stepping up, one step at a time and as I do, I hear muffled voices, they sound like laughs almost, and the further up I go the more I hear. 

I hear Miles's voice and my mother's and they're talking about something, but when the wood cracks under my feet, the talking stops. I slowly approach the door on the right, the one with the green blanket on the couch, the only room my mother is okay with staying in. 

The middle door is closed as it has always been, the only time I remember peeking in is that night when we went up the sitars but I didn't see anything except light coming in through the door. 

The door on the left holds nothing but bad memories of my father and his girlfriend which only makes me wonder why that door isn't closed instead. I take a small breath before peeking my head into the room with two voices. At first, I see nothing but then I see my mother's head leaning on Miles's shoulder and two of them slowly move from that position to look back at me.

"What's—"I begin but the both of them smile at me.

"I was just telling Angela here that I look nothing like Peter." Milles smiles at me and I can't help but let one tug at my lips too.

"And I was telling Miles that I disagree with him." My mother smiles a genuine smile for the first time in a while and it feels good. I'm glad that she can talk like this about my father since she was crying about him last night. I take a deep breath to enjoy the moment of my mother's non-suffering.

"And I was just thanking Miles for helping my legs feel better." My mother smiles, showing her leg stretch.

"Always helps me after practice," Miles says and I can tell he's trying everything to help my mother. 

My mom gives Miles and me one last smile before parting her lips while standing up confidently, "I'll go make us some pancakes, ones that taste good this time." She smiles genuinely and walks past me slowly.

"Thank you." I mouth to Miles.

"Sure." He mouths back as we exchange small smiles before quickly turning to follow my mother.

"I'll need Miles to help me with this one." My mother says, trying to move a heavy pan. Miles jumps to catch it from her hands as I take a seat at the small dining table close to the stove. 

I'm surprised by just how much they're connecting, seeing my mother treat Miles kindly was always something I expected her to do despite he opinions of him but seeing her act so kindly toward him is refreshing, like she has gained a completely new set of eyes for him and started seeing the real Miles that I see al the time. 

He might not be kind to anyone but me but he's not all bad.

THE BREAKFAST IS OVER quicker than I realize and Miles and I walk toward the door.

"Are you going to be okay, mom?" I ask her sweetly, reminding myself of the day I left except this time Miles is right beside me.

"I'm okay, Madison, I feel much better and I'll be taking the pills to feel even better." She explains with a small genuine smile but I know there's still some doubt and worry behind her eyes. 

I still can't get my mother crying over Peter out of my head but I know that my parents aren't perfect and I know that there will never come a time where she'll open up about him or explain everything to me. The kids don't have to know everything and the parents don't know everything. It's a difficult truth but it's the reality between me and my mother.

"I'll be okay, Madison, I will now go." She smiles, her cheeks fluffy and light-pink.

"And thank you, Miles, for the support you've given me." She smiles another kind smile and with a very tight hug to me, Miles and I disappear into the driveway. 

We don't say a word as we trail through the gravel beneath us but come to a halt as soon as we reach both of the cars.

"Oh." I can't help from escaping my lips as both of us stare at the Lamborghini and Porsche parked side by side. I didn't realize we'd have to drive home separately. I look over at Miles, my eyes climbing up to look into his dark eyes and then they drop down to his lips; the Miles smile that I love so much. 

His lips are soft and light-pink, his lips are parted in the sexiest way and his tongue is on his canine, resting.

"We'll take the Porsche, I've got to teach you to drive this one too," Miles says and his Miles smile drops into a lip bite.

"Okay," I say in an almost whisper. Being around him still makes me nervous, and sometimes I feel like nothing has really changed. He throws the Porsche keys into my hand and I manage to catch them perfectly. His throw is perfect.

I look at the logo on the keys, admiring the luxury that Millers is letting me experience.

"Sit down, baby girl." He says, he hasn't called me that in such a long time; too long and I love to hear the words from him. 

I can't help but look at him and the way he's holding the front door open for me. I give him a small smile before slowly climbing in, feeling his eyes on me, and then when I glance back I see them staring at my butt, but as soon as he feels mine on him, they rise up to look at me. 

He raises a brow and gives me a smile again; the one I can't get enough of. He shuts the door as soon as I'm in, spits while he walks past the back of the car which only makes me chuckle somehow. 

Why do guys do that all the time? He comes back and sits next to me this time, his door shutting too. For some reason, driving new cars always stresses me out a little but the more Miles lets me try, the more comfortable I feel and now attempting to drive the Porsche doesn't seem as difficult as it did when I first tried the Lamborghini. 

The seats are soft and already when I take a look at the front desk and especially the wheel, it's clear that this isn't a sports car like Lamborghini is. The interior feels brighter and much higher somehow, the cars look similar in height but when sitting inside, I almost feel like I'm a jeep compared to Miles's Lamborghini. 

Miles places his strong and veiny hand on my lap, it's the perfect temperature and it's followed by his smile.

"You ready?" He asks softly, his brows raised.

"Mhm." I nod. I press the gas pedal slowly after releasing the handbrake and then slowly reverse the car out of the driveway.

"Turn right." He says and I nod before exiting my mother's house and leaving Ohio.