Dimitri's POV
"You really ought to get more furniture in this place," mom comments, shoving me out of the doorway and entering my apartment.
"Skipping the pleasantries I see," I yawn. I don't know why I bothered to move out; my mom believes that both Andy's and I spaces are her spaces.
"Is it wrong for me to bring my most beloved son cookies?" My mom hoist the towel covered plate in her hands up and waves it in front of my face.
Sighing, I take the plate and place it on the kitchen island. "I'm your only son." She shrugs, picking up a black shirt off the floor, sniffs it to make sure it's clean and tosses at me. It skims my bare chest and falls to the floor.
"A woman can dream now, put on a damn shirt," she scolds. "What would the ladies think if they found out?"
"They would think that I'm any normal, hormonal, 18 year old teenager," I reply smartly, pulling the shirt over my head. "Besides, no girl has been in here."
My mom giggles like a school girl at this. "What do you call me then?"
"Mama," I tease her. She hates the movie Mama the same way I hate the girls fawning over me.
"Make us tea and bring the cookies to the balcony," she demands ignoring me. Dropping her coat across my lone sofa, she heads toward my favorite part of the apartment, aka my balcony. Eyeing the plate that sits on my kitchen island, I hesitantly peel up one end of the paper towel and smirk at the finding of store packaged cookies.
Grabbing some milk and chocolate Nesquick mix, I have for when my younger cousin Nelly comes over, I combine the 2 substances and pour it between 2 mugs.
'Take 4 cookies and swipe an extra for myself.' I muse in my head, quickly gobbling down the extra cookie. I raise my eyebrows at the sweet explosion of sugar and butter. Butterscotch; it's been 3 years and the woman still remembers my favorite type of cookie. That's pretty commendable.
"Dimitri, you better not be in there eating all the cookies!" She hoots.
"I'm not!" I lie, stuffing my face with another cookie.
"Sureeeee you aren't," mom answers sarcastically, stretching out the word 'sure.' Balancing the 2 plates in 1 hand and the 2 mugs in the other, I guardedly made my way to my room to the glass door of my balcony.
Mom sat at the round plastic table in the middle, silently watching the birds pass. I place a mug and a plate in front of her and affix the other on the opposite side of the table.
"Thank you honey," she says. Her soft tone is a warning sign that something's up.
"Did something happen?" I bite into another cookie, the quick snap sounding like a gunshot.
Mom sighs and burrows her face into her hands. "Yes," she mumbles close to inaudibly.
"What's up mom?" I ask. I can feel the growing anticipation inside of me and suddenly my favorite sweet tastes like bile.
Resting her cheek on her palm, she stares at me with tired silver eyes. "You aren't anything like him. I can't believe I suspected you at first," she laughs bitterly. The fun side of her that walked through my threshold is gone now and it's like she's bearing the weight of my world and her's, all on her shoulders.
I don't know what she's talking about. I don't want to know what she's talking about.
"Mom, you have to explain to me. I don't understand," my mouth betrays my thoughts.
She sat up, brushing lint off of her skirt. "Your father took money out of your bank account."
I blink. "Oh," I reply lamely.
I wanted to scream. I think I would have if I wasn't the type to keep my composure. I wanted to rip my hair out or yell or cry or run away and escape the darkness my past has left behind. But, I fucking can't because that past will always be there and he'll be sitting right there, watching everything unfold on top of my like it's some fucking sitcom.
Instead, I stand and walk over to the balcony, leaning my body weight on it. "How much of it?" I grit out through my clenched jaw.
"All of it," she laughs again. This time, it's more of a laugh that almost can't believe that such words are coming out of her mouth.
"All of it," I repeat slowly like the idiot I am. "All of it."
"All of it," mom confirms, walking over to stand next to me. I clench my hands into fist, squeezing the balcony so hard, I'm afraid it might crack. I dart back with a start.
I'm afraid.
I'm scared. Not as much for myself but more for my mom and Andy. I wanted nothing more then to punch that old fucker's face in, but if I do, I might get thrown in jail thanks to his fucking status.
Brown eyes flash in my head and I realize, that if I were to ever act on this undefined feelings, I might put Angel in danger too. I hear a snap and glance down at the slightly cracked surface of the balcony.
"Then, I'll just get a job," I mumble, running my hands down my face. My mom sniffles next to me and in the next second, she's in tears. "Mom!" I rush to catch her before she falls to the ground from crying so hard.
"I'm so sorry Dimitri! I'm so sorry!" She wails. I hold her tight to my chest, letting her sob into my t-shirt. For a split second, I see the toll this has taken on her and it doesn't help the frightened feeling in my chest. Her blonde hair, which once was so full of volume, is matted to her face like someone dunked her face into a bucket of water. The bags under her eyes appear to increase everyday and her body is so small when I hold her, that it feels like I'm holding a puzzle just waiting to break.
"Mom this isn't your fault," I promise, holding her closer. She sniffles and regains her composure before standing again.
"I know, but I feel guilty," she cracks a smile. "Any man I could ever want lining up in front of me and I happen to chose to worst of the worst." I chuckle at her comment and wrap an arm around her shoulders. "By the way, I hear that they're hiring down at the library." I ponder the offer and shrug.
"On second thought, maybe I won't get a job," I mutter and mom swats my arm, grinning. She knows how much I hate human interactions. Glancing down at her wrist, she checks her watch and curses under her breath.
"Shit, I'm late for an important meeting. Bye-bye Dimi." I groan at the nickname.
"Mom, stop calling me that!" I whine purposely loud.
"Oh, shut up dipshit," she grumbles. "And here I was trying to be nice to my children."
"You failed miserably," I inform. Rolling her eyes she walks back into the apartment and tosses me my phone that she probably took when I was comforting her.
"Being the excellent mother that I am, I made you agree to Michael Ranch's party," she hollers. I stare in shock, turning on my phone and scrolling through my messages. Sure enough, she did and she also sent the boys the information.
"MOM!" I yell, annoyed. Laughter followed as her response.
"Remember to check out the library hun! Oh and try to have fun!"
Good Day friends!
Holy cabbage, it's been like a month since I updated this story! I am so sorry to you guys who have been patiently waiting for a new chapter! This is the chapter that starts the whole shabang! Almost all Dimitri and Gracie moments will take place in Red Rock Library from now on.
Happy Columbus Day to everyone! Yes, I know Columbus was a jerk and I hate him more then I hate Mondays but you have to be grateful that he gave us an entire day off to hate him on!
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