A Royal Pain in the Ball ✓

Chapter 8 - Vacation House

She'd have to visit her mother soon.
She had to. She wouldn't want something to go wrong, no. In a precise saying, as if someday, somewhat she would meet and bump into her somewhere for some odd reason, she wouldn't know what to do. That will be the end.

And now she had sensed they'd almost arrived, as they rounded up the corners and passed by - into a familiar place, a familiar road, with the trees tall as green- the blurring of her vision -despite the details of the pines, flowers and tree-shaped leafs. She wouldn't be impressed. Everything she'd seen as she went on.

It just made her more nervous.

She hadn't prepared. A speech nor what to say. Stupid note could've helped her right about now.

And now, she wished the car would go slower.

And now she had to catch up and invite her, or else she'd feel she would feel she'd be losing, or rather feel like an oddball to come back home.. As she travelled and went by the taxi right at the moment to go back to her old house. Her destination -her old house.. that maybe got larger. Considering her mother. Her home- that she used to live in until her teenager years.

She'd always thought about it. How she'd always thought to come back home. Maybe just once. But the man next to her-- Cain, had always been distracting her. She didn't have time.

As they rounded up the corner and the block of a familiar view, it didn't look much too different. Just the trees of green that seemed a lot brighter- and a lot greener.

And she said one thing to him as she got down. Just the one.

"Stay here-- until I tell you to come out."

He looked at her as if she was insane- looking at her wide-eyed, "Okay." He spoke without saying another word.

And as she went inside, the door unlocked- it all seemed familiar and strange in the same way. As if she was a stranger.

It was her mother. She looked fine as always, and she didn't age a day older.
And she swore she almost saw the tear in her eyes as she glazed her over, turned as she saw her standing where she stood. And she looked at her as if she was a ghost. Before she came running, sobbed and into her cashmere that she then buried herself over with as if she'd been gone to - her face disappeared. And jt was as if it was her death. She couldn't help it. She knew she was gone for a long time. Far too long. Her death - it quite oddly rang in her ears. Well, she'd been gone for almost half a year now. Maybe not that long.

As her mother grazed herself back from her cashmere and sniffed, her nose all clogged up and red, she turned to a meany face, and said, "Where have you been? I've been worried sick. Did you run away, get kidnapped?" Was the first thing that came out of her mouth in apparent. That she looked with an open wided eyes that she did, "And apparently my phone couldn't  seem to reach you at all- your number, have you changed it or something? And what is running away from the house, you're barely 18.. Still, you're barely 18.." She almost whispered.

She was 20 now. And all she could do was offer a smile at her.

And that was when she saw the ring glinted on her ring finger. That she looked down. Stupid ring for glinting at an accidental time, as she swore it gave some sort of a wink -or a glint from below, as she snapped her eyes to her and almost teary-eyed of a proud look as she said, "You-"

Damn wedding ring.

"-You're married?" She looked at her as she gasped, looking into her eyes in surprise as if staring into her soul, looking for an explanation.

"Well-" She had no other words to say.

She hid her finger on the side of her gowned skirt- her small skirt that she wore, letting out a small smile that she did, trying to hide the biggest smile ever.