Take The Chance (A Limitless Novel) [Book 1]

Thirty-Nine

"Do you think they will like me?" Jake asked.

We were standing out the front of my childhood house, standing on the front lawn and staring at the small house. It was single story and cottage like, the front lights on which created a small pool of light on the front yard.

I was stalling, putting off seeing my parents for as long as I could. I knew how tonight would go and I wasn't ready for it. Disappointing my parents repeatedly didn't make me used to it; it still hurt each and every time.

"Sometimes I think they don't even like me," I replied, not actually answering his question. I was trying to make him feel better before we entered World War Three, because I knew this was going to end in disaster.

"They liked your last boyfriend," Jake breathed, surprising me. I turned to look at him, shocked that he remembered the story of my last boyfriend. I'd told him that weeks ago, when I didn't even think he could like me the way he does.

I dropped my hand out of his and cupped his face, standing on my tippy toes so our foreheads touched.

"I don't care if they like you or not Jake," I whispered, making sure that he knew their opinion of him didn't affect mine. "I never thought I loved my last boyfriend," I added, causing him to smile.

"You know exactly what to say Miss Greene," he smiled and I couldn't help the smile that sat on my face.

I gave him a quick kiss before righting our selves. I slipped my hand back into his hand and gave him a once over, still reeling from how god damn sexy he looked in his navy blue dress shirt.

"Let's get this over with," I sighed, before I tugged on his hand and we walked up to the front door.

I pressed the doorbell and stepped back to where Jake was, my other hand on his arm as well. I needed all the strength I could get if I was going to be facing my parents, and Jake seemed to notice this. He squeezed my hand, giving me a comforting smile and letting me know that he wouldn't leave my side.

The front door opened and I tore my eyes away from Jake, finding my mother standing before us. Her brown hair was pulled back off her face, her short frame sporting a beige shirt and white dress shirt, whilst her piercing blue eyes studied Jake.

"Come in. Come on," she repeated herself, opening the door wider so we could walk inside.

I was greeted by my child hood home, white walls filled with photos of my sister and I, hardwood floors and timber features. My parents room sat off to the right, a formal sitting room on the left. We followed my mother down the hallway, a quick peek into the front rooms showed me that nothing had changed since I'd been here last year. Everything was exactly how it had been as I was growing up.

We followed my mother to the back of the house, were the kitchen and dining room were connected by an archway to the family room.
"Your father should be home any moment," mum said, checking something that was in the oven and keeping her back to us.

"Where's dad?" I asked, feeling slightly annoyed that my mother hadn't even acknowledge Jake's existence. Jake didn't seem to care though, he had moved to the other side of the room to study the family photos upon the wall.

"He had to pick something up from the shops," mum mumbled, waving me off with her tea towel before she turned around. "We are having my special chicken for dinner," she explained, her hands gripping the counter.

My mothers special chicken was this amazing dish she made, where the chicken was slowly cooked in gravy and stock. It was my favourite food that she made, but I was certain she hadn't cooked it for that reason. My mother didn't really know what kinds of foods I liked more than others.