I'll Never Snitch On You Daddy

Chapter 2 (18+!)

triggers: angst, curse words, family drama, smut (18+!! MINORS DNI)
words: 5.5k

Checking one last time, in the basement, in the front driveway, and everywhere else you could think of. He wasn't there. Why would he leave? there wasn't an argument between you last night, no fight or mean words exchanged. He just said something he promised he wouldn't.

You sat down on the edge of the bed, trying to make sense of what was going on. Your phone goes off and you reached for it so fast you nearly fell off the bed. But, it wasn't Pierre like you had hoped. It was a friend from work, wishing you a merry Christmas. You sent back a quick thank you, then swiped over to Pierre's contact.

He had read the texts.

He read them thirty minutes ago. Why didn't he respond?

I know you read the texts
Please respond
At least let me know you're okay and not in a ditch somewhere

Changing clothes, you drag yourself up the stairs, trying to come up with a lie good enough so that your family won't question you when they notice your "boyfriend" had left. You could only imagine what Darrel and Joey have to say.

You hear words being exchanged between your mom and grandmother, so you assume they are making the annual Christmas morning breakfast. At least it's not Darrel and Joey...

"Good morning honey! Merry Christmas!" Your grandmother greets, wrapping her arms around you. you fake a smile and hug her back. You catch a glimpse of your mom; she gives you a soft smile but you can tell that she's still a little shaken up about last night's conversation. And you can't lie, you are too. You always hated fighting with your mom, and you never did until Darrel got here. Maybe that's why you hated him so much, he drove such a wedge between your relationship with your mom. You knew that things wouldn't ever be the same when Darrel came into your life, but you didn't know that it would have this much of an impact.

"Where's Pierre?" Your mom asked, whisking together the pancake batter.

"Oh, um, his apartment building flooded so he had to go back."

Your lie seemed to work because both of the women in front of you believed it, showing sympathetic expressions.

"Oh no, do you know when he left?"

"Um, no. I got a text from him a couple of hours ago so that's probably when he left." You hated lying, particularly lying to your family. But you didn't have a choice. What were you gonna tell them? 'Hey, my fake boyfriend told me he loved me and now he is gone.'

"Oh, I'm sorry. How are you gonna get home?"

Fuck. You hadn't thought about that. It was a serious question, how were you going to get home? You sighed, hopping up onto the counter and leaving your mouth open just a little bit. "I honestly don't know...but I'll figure it out."

This wasn't how you wanted to spend your Christmas morning. You didn't want to spend it is on the verge of tears, your mind engulfed in confusion and being left on open.

"Well, let's get to cooking. Y/n, do you want to start on the sausage? Oh! But first, let's get a picture!" It was something that the girls in your family always did. Christmas morning, you, your mom, and your grandmother always take a picture together while everyone is making breakfast. And the boys would take a picture during dinner. You could say that it was a family tradition of sorts.

Just when you were about to get cooking you heard footsteps come down the stairs. you were hopeful that it was your grandpa, but it was Joey. He said something about breakfast, but you honestly learned to block out anything he had to say. As far as you were concerned, he never had anything positive to say.