Had To Be You

Something traditional | Ch: 25

"Oh!" she gasps and turns to the other side. I sit up pulling the blanket all the way above my head and shut my eyes.

"Damn it! Mum!" 

"I- didn't- that you- " I cut her off

"Ever heard of a thing called knocking!" I shrilled.

"I... I"

"No no! Please" I shake my head "you don't have to explain it. I'll be downstairs in a minute. Just go." I stretch my hands out asking her to leave.

Once I hear the door close, I lower the blanket, my eyes are still closed and I bury my head in the bed. I let go of a long sigh and walk to the washroom. After washing my face I look in the mirror just to realise how pathetic that was. Great way to end the day. 

I walk downstairs for dinner. I'm pretty sure she's gonna wanna talk about it. Hell, I don't even want to think about it. I pull the chair to sit when she brings a plate full of steaks.

"Thought you'd like it since you were not that happy about the pizza. I ordered some steaks." She places it before me. "And about what happened earlier-"

"No mum. Please. DO NOT talk about it. EVER! " I shut my eyes, waving my palm at her. I do that when I'm talking desperately. And right now I want nothing more but for mum to stop talking about it.

"Okay. I'll.... Be shut." She takes a few steaks on another plate and walks towards the living room. "But, you should know that-"

"Mum No!" I scream again covering my ears. But mum being mum.

"It's alright to.... Offer yourself pleasure."

"oh, for fuck's sake." I can't even scream now. what is she even saying, goodness! 'offer pleasure?' She won't stop this until I become adamant about it. If she seriously understands me why not listen to me for once. I bang the table with my fist, run upstairs. But I pause mid way. Run back down to grab the plate of steaks and then come back. Steaks shouldn't go to waste.

I open my closet to select a dress for the fundraiser even though my plus one is MIA.

The thought of calling Chloe did cross my mind but it's almost midnight. So I give up on finding a dress while I was still spiralling on the fact that mum caught me in the middle of doing.... What I was doing.

And majorly missing Liam, wasn't helping me sleep. But after a while my eyes felt heavy so I fell asleep.

(8:15am)

I woke up with a pain around my neck. I had trouble sleeping last night, I probably slept the whole night in a weird position. I was rolling all over the bed, trying to find a good place to be comfortable.

I go straight to the washroom, took a long warm shower. Which obviously brought back all the shower scenes.

Is it weird that every little thing around me is reminding me of Liam?

I step out of the washroom and slid my legs into a pair of sweatpants. I wear a loose top and keep the towel tied around my hair.

It's time. I have to decide what I'm going to wear to the fundraiser. I open the closet doors and sigh in disappointment. Or maybe unwillingness. I move every dress to find the right one. I pull out a few dresses and place them before me while I look in the mirror.

I move a few more dresses and finally see something good. I pull it out, place it before me standing in front of the mirror. It's absolutely beautiful. It's my mon's prom dress. Only if Liam was here to see me in this dress.

I go downstairs to get my breakfast. Mum had already left for school.

Thankfully.

I go to the kitchen, for some scavenging. There's a pan covered with a plate on top of it.