Love Without Fear

[5]

In the late afternoon the next day, Trisha called my phone up and did a check up on how everything was going between me and Damian.

"I got to have dinner with his parents last night; and you won't believe what they made for me." I squealed.

Trisha gasps with excitement. "What? Tell me!"

"Za)Filet mignon!" I cheer. "Damian told his parents just how much I liked it and they took the time to make it for me

"That sounds so good, Sarah! His parents must  truly love you to do something like that."

"That's what it feels like. I just hope everything stays smoothly between Damian and I."

"So, did you ever find out who that girl was he was with?" Trisha asked nosely.

I chuckled softly and shook my head, my phone still pressed up against my ear.

"He never really gave me a straight answer when I asked him about it. I'll just drop it. I don't want to seem obsessive."

"It's not obsessive, Sarah. If he's seeing other girls while saying he wants to be with you, I'd want to know to!"

I sigh and slouch on my bed, feeling slightly worried about the situation, even though Damian's reassuring words made me feel better about it in the moment.

"I don't know what I'd do with you." A sentimental tone lines my words.

"That's what best friends are for. I have to go, let me know if you need anything."

Before I could speak, I hear shuffling on Trisha's end, a door opening and shutting. Like someone was walking in her room.

Within seconds the call disconnects, and I was left there on my bed processing what had just happened.

"Hmm, that was weird." I say to myself, staring back at my phone.

Maybe she got a boyfriend and will eventually tell me about it. We're best friends, we tells each other everything

I remain seated on my bed, slouched over with my phone in my hands. I release a heavy sigh as it hits me I have nothing to do for the rest of the day.

I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen to see my mom alone in the kitchen, sitting on a chair as she scrolls through her phone.

"Hey, mom. Where's dad?" I furrow a brow, wandering my eyes around the house for any sign of him.

"He went off to work, sweetie. He'll be gone until 7pm."

"I thought he never worked on Friday's." I fold my arms.

My mom shuts her phone off and sets it down on the table, turning her attention towards me with her hands folded.

"Well, the company is short-staffed at the moment so they need all the help they can get."

"So that means dad will be working every Friday now?" My jaw drops open. "But he hates working on the weekend."

"When it comes to working for our house or to support us, he never complains. Besides, there's nothing he can really do about it for now."

"Hmm, well I might make some plans with Trisha if she's not busy."

Hopefully she's not with that "someone" that walked in our conversation on the phone earlier

"Well, if she is busy you could run to the store for me and get some groceries."

"Do you have a list of things for me to pick out?" I stuff my phone inside my pocket.

"There's quite a few things; but don't worry I'll send you the money."