When Sloan Casey was at her lowest point at 17, she met Alex Abrams. Though sheltered it was almost as if Alex brought her back to life through her struggles. But after falling for Alex, the last thing she expected was for him to ghost her.
But what...
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I had the worst belly ache, nerves were taking their toll on me. Because I was meeting his family, officially.
I wonder if they even knew of me, I knew his sister did. But this was the last thing I was expecting, and with Lila in the hospital.
It had officially been a week and I visited whenever allowed. I worried for her, for the baby. But I knew this was what she needed. I headed back to Boston for her fathers funeral, I didn't let her know. I wasn't there for the despicable man.
I was there for Beth, she was a wreck of all sorts. Lila not being there was a big stir as well, me and mom went. We sat with Beth all day as she had to sit through fruitless conversations. With people who hated her husband, but adored her.
Beth was a ray of sunshine, the bake you cookies on a bad day, bring you soup when your sick kind of lady. Lila was just like her mother, nothing like her father. The questions of her absence were asked, Beth said she was unable to make it for an emergency.
It wasn't ideal to tell everyone that her daughter checked into a place for mental health. Especially with what's happened with her husband, though it was different. But Adonis explained to me recently, it wasn't a suicide.
From what he's been told, someone wanted him dead. He was a part of the Greek mafia, his wife and daughter having not a clue. But I could tell Adonis was holding off, it was a conversation that was almost too heavy in the moment.
But now I was heading to a dinner at his family home. I'd meet his mother and the rest of his siblings, and I felt nauseous. I'd never done the meeting the parents before and here I was.
I was about to meet Adonis's full family, the people he hid. His family, his identity and now I questioned why. Was it to keep me safe from them? Are they all a bunch of loons.
I was an over-thinker, it was quite the problem I found myself in. But when it came to Adonis, I wondered for years as to why, why didn't he want me to know who he was. His family, tucked away from me like some great secret?
Nervous was an under statement of how I felt. My whole body was shaking on the inside. The belly ache held in my stomach was grueling and as I clutched it with my face against the window I felt his hand on my leg.
"Are you okay?" My eye gaze back at him, clueless of the fear within me.
"What if they hate me?" He laughs from my words shaking his head, "That's what's got you worked up Princess? Come on it's my mom she loves everyone, I've never brought a girl home this is huge" He smirks at me as we turned down the streets of his families town.
"Welcome to Long Island" I watched as kids built snowmen on front lawns in the mid afternoon air. It was a cute town and as I looked back to Adonis, he just admired it.
We brushed through the suburbs and finally turned into a gated community. The gates opened to a more quiet neighborhood. As he drove into the cul-de-sac and around, he pulled into the driveway.
