Desire C.B

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You get a split POV

Short and sweet, sorry and you're welcome?? lol

*Leightons POV*

It was New Years Eve and I've been trying to wine and dine Colby's mom all day.

I knew what it was like to have your boyfriend's mother hate you, and I really didn't want to repeat it twice.

I've been keeping our guest bedroom clean and I've been trailing behind Gemma, picking up toys and wiping down surfaces, trying to make it look like a toddler had never set foot in this place, and I was tired.

Mrs. Brock was in the kitchen wiping down breakfast plates after ignoring my offer to help her make breakfast, or even set the table, when I snapped.

"If you have something to say, just say it!" I said harshly, my body leaning into the counter.

"What?" She asked, acting clueless.

"You have some sort of problem with me. You know it. I know it. So spill. What did I do? Why do you hate me?" I asked and she stayed quiet. "Look, you don't have to like me. That's fine, but if you hating me ruins my relationship with one of the best guys I've ever met I'll be pissed" I shoved my body off the counter, quickly exiting the kitchen, expecting to hear her finally crack, but when she didn't I stormed down the hallway, catching Colby's attention.

I sat down on the bed, leaning against the pillows as I stared at the wall, my frustration bubbling in my chest.

I wiped at my face, hoping my makeup wasn't smudged when there was a knock on my door.

"Leighton? It's Lesa" His mom said, shocking me.

"Oh uh.. come in!" I said again, shooting off the bed, straightening the comforter and wiping at my face again. "Hi" she said, standing in the doorway.

"Is Gemma misbehaving? I'm sorry, she's not used to being at places she's not welcome in-" I quickly explained, Mrs. Brock's face wrinkling.

"She's welcome here" She said, confusing me.

"What?"

"Leighton, you're not not welcome here" she said and this time my face contorted.

"But you hate me?" I stated.

"I don't hate you.. I just... You've made some questionable choices and I don't want my son getting hurt" She said, seeming like that was a good enough reason to ignore me for two days.

"Those choices were made in the past! I've learned and grown from them, and you'd know that if you didn't actively avoid me!"

"I know.. and I'm.. I'm sorry" She stumbled out, acting like they were the hardest words for her to muster up.

"Why are you here?" I sighed, sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall.

"Why are you on the floor?" She asked and I leaned my had against my arm, having pulled my knees up to my chest. "Leighton?"

"What do you want to know? I'll answer honestly" I said, not bothering to look at his mom's face.

"What did you go to rehab for?" She asked, surprising me that she took the bait.

"The first time was for weed. I became dependent on it. I mean, I dabbled in drugs.. but I wouldn't say I was addicted to them.. I don't know. The second time was drinking and drugs. I.. I don't drink. I don't like it. It's never been something I desired to dip my toe into.. I just.. I was looking for a vice. Something to numb what I was going through, and I couldn't use.. or smoke.. so.. I drank and I apologize" I told her truthfully, my eyes catching her movements, Mrs. Brock having sat down on the floor across from me, resting against the side of the bed.