Her Sinners (Somerville #1)

Chapter 55

Stevie's Pov
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"Mom are you here?" I ask out towards the kitchen. The house smelling of cinnamon. The guys came over to help lug out all the decorations from the basement. Lily, Belle, and I decorated the house yesterday for Christmas.

Mistletoe, and colorful lights string up around the house. The Christmas tree covered in every silvers and red ornaments my mother had. I adore Christmas, the twinkling lights, and the over puffy sweaters. I even enjoy the cheesy hallmark movies that play on TV twenty-four seven this time of month.

Season tidings among us, and I absolutely can't freaking wait to celebrate this Christmas with my new found friends and family.

I invited Sydney over, after the course of two weeks we have been getting to know one another better. And I mean, vandalizing a asshole school mates car will typically bond two people together. I wouldn't say we are besties just yet, but I think I'm growing on her.

Yet she refused, saying she had plans with the bimbo twins. I just think she isn't ready to face Belle yet from their secret "not relationship" break-up.

Anyways I digress, nothing can ruin my better spirits during this time. I refuse to dwell on things that make me sad and miserable. I have already let this month take to much from me.

My father passing three days before Christmas six years ago always would sneak up and smother the usually joyful feelings I would have about this month.

But I come to realize life goes on, and you can't stop living because someone you care about is no longer living with you.

"Yes. Come in here a second would you." I hear my mom's clipped tone as I walk into the den an see her leaning over the coffee table.

I come to sit beside her on the small sofa, but I quickly wish I hadn't when I notice small college brochures in her hands.

"Mom I am not having this discussion again." I snap. My eyes shooting in her direction with a glare.

Her disapointed sigh rings loud, and noticeable. Her face pinched in aggravation at me not wanting to go to a college.

She pins me with her usually motherly scowl. "Stevie just please look at one."

I shake my head crossing my arms over my chest leaning back into the couch. Refusing to play apart in whatever scheme she cooked up to persuade me into going to college.

"Why can't you just be responsible for once. Stop acting like a child." She snaps at me.

I could fill the anguish of my tears prickling my eyes sight as I grit my teeth. Begging myself not to cry, because even if she thinks I am being a brat and childish. I have my own goals I want to achieve, and for her to don't believe in them fucking stings.

"I'm the child? I told you I have a plan. I have some money saved up. I got a job because you told me too. I have done everything you asked mother. So why can't you just listen to what I want, just once." My voice wavering after the end.

I turn my to focus my eyes onto something else. Not being able to see the disappointment of my failure of being not like her, not something i can stand any longer.

My eyes drift across the living room until the focus on the photograph of my parents on their wedding day. Both smiling into each others eyes, my father handsome in his suit as he dips my mother down like they about to share a romantic kiss. Even after all these years she still leaves it up. Never moving on, in the last six years I have never seen my mother date, that's how I know my father never deserved her.