Mortified

Chapter 15

The next morning is rather quiet. I did not think that we would be like this when I have come home but well you never get what you want. Rose has not come out of her room. I made sure that she was alive.

I talked to Dallas earlier and he said that Mia won't be coming and would be staying with her friend because he didn't want to cause any problems, but I insisted and so he has gone to pick her up. My mother is just moving around the kitchen making something, very emotionlessly. What has happened to my family? I need to fix things as soon as possible because Christmas is around the corner and we have lots of things to do, like meet Stew, Robert's girlfriend and thus hold a party.

Suddenly there is a knock on the door and my mother goes to the door. She holds onto the doorknob, puts up a smile and then opens the door. Its Dallas and Mia. My mom hugs her and then goes back to the kitchen.

Mia is a rather beautiful girl. She has blonde hair, well defined eyebrows and a good figure. I almost see Rose in her. Her eyes are blue and I think whether she got hers from her dad or her mom. I get up and go and hug her as a welcome.

"Thank you for yesterday." I tell her while hugging her.

"Don't mention it. I am sure if it had been me then Rose would also have done the same thing, and you would have been there with him." She lets go of me. "How is she now?" she says with a smile on her face.

"Better but is in her room. Would you like to meet her? Please go ahead, it is the room on the right at the end of the hall."  She heads in that direction.

Dallas and I go to the guestroom and put her stuff in place. My mother calls that lunch is ready. As I am about to leave the room thinking that he is behind me, he calls out sitting on the bed.

"Do you ever want to go to the next base?" I stop halfway. I am a little astonished. Then I figure out why he is asking that, because of last night.

"Do you? I am sorry. Yesterday I don't know why I said that. Yes we will but not for the next 1 year at least. I am just 18. I don't want to make the same mistake like my mom. We can make out but I am yet scared. Please could you wait? If you want more then I would understand if you want to leave. I am okay with it. But I cannot give you that now. I am sorry." I say and cover my face in my hands, crying. "Darling, you don't need to apologize for anything. I was just asking. Don't worry, we will wait till you are ready." He says while removing my hands from my face and holding me tight. I hug him and cry in his chest.

Then we go down for lunch, hand in hand.

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