𝙐𝙎 | Joe Goldberg ✓

17

Some people are scared of the dark, others of insects, some of heights, death, clowns even.

But you...

You are acared of your own mother, Erica.

I have never seen you like this.

So tense, so energetic and pressured to look as the perfect daughter she expects you to be.

You are already perfect to me, who cares about wht she says?

And stop fixing this stupid tie that chokes my neck, please. If I am going to meet her I need to at least breathe.

-Are you sure this is really necessary?-Joe asked as Erica made him spin on the outfit she bought him once again, a casual chic look that looked nothing like him.

-You haven't met my mother yet, trust me. Everything needs to be perfect.-She said with a perfect tense posture as she pulled a way a tilted hair strand above his face.- You need to make a good impression.

And being myself is not a good impression it seems.

-She's not so bad, she's just...demending.-She pursed her lips.

-Demanding, authoritary, pressurizing and compeltely hystherical.-He added.

Erica chuckled at his words and slapped his shoulder playfully.

-You stop it!-She laughed. -God, only you could make me laugh in a situation like this.-She cupped his face and promptly dropped a kiss above his lips. -I'm so glad to have you by my side.

His eyebroes frowned into a soft expression as his heart speeded once again, he was completely dumb to her, just a fool boy in love in her presence.

-So am I to have you.-He whispered gently.

She squeezed one of his cheeks, making him grin slightly.

-Once she's gone, you'll receive an award for this, don't worry.-She whispered mischievously.

-Oh, is that so?-He raised an eyebrow with a smirk. -Can't I just receive it in advance?

She chuckled.

-No, because I don't want my mom walking into me givibg you a blowjob.-The sentence made him cough in a deel blush. Erica laughed.- Have I told you I love when you get all frustered?

It's good to make you smile despite all the tension. Still, i know that beneath the surface there's a nightmare in your mind, Erica.

You've told me about your family occasionaly. How you grew up as the child of a loveless marriage between your parents that eventually led to their divorce, which you actually considered as a synonym of freedom since they kept fighting 24/7 in front of you.

You are little miss sunshine to them. The well raised, well educated and promising daughter that has done nothing wrong, that has a whole future ahead. You marked your eay with medals and astonishing grades. You craved their approval at each step you took, and sonetines I can even spot that desire for validation still present in yout colkege life sometimes.

You've told ne about your mother. How dilligent, precisive and strong she is. You got her character, her stubborness, her determination from. But at the same time, she shaped you into a mere object into her hands, mebded and broke you many tines to make you listen, obey to her.

You love and hate her at the same time.

So you just smile, put on your best innocently like dress and wait by the door until the snake arrives.