Multiple [h.s] - ON HOLD

Chapter 2

Kelly and I spent the next hour watching Castle. When Claudia got here I left. I didn't really thing it would be a good idea to stay. It would be awkward.

"Don't worry about telling me about tomorrow. Travis will," kelly laughed.

I rolled my eyes at her and made my way out of the house. I have never heard Kelly so excited to hear from Travis. He has had a major crush on her for a while now amd has asked her out more times than I can count. One time he came to her house with flowers and chocolate only to find out that day that she was gay. He has since toned down the persistence behaviour but is still pursing her.

Kids.

I wasn't in the mood for a crowd today so I decided to go home and give my mom a heart attack by walking around the house with my tattoos exposed.

I still remember the day I got my sleeve tattoos. I was livid with my mother. She told me I was a mistake that was meant to be aborted. So I left the house in search for a tattoo studio and got my amazing tattoos. After that I went to get drunk with friends and had a good time. When I got home I didn't even care to change my clothes and cover my tattoos. I walked in the house past curfew, wasted, and looking like the trash my parents never wanted. So my dad kicked me out and I had to stay with Kelly's for a month. It was great. I would do it again if I had the chance.

I pulled up the driveway of my house wearing ripped black jeans and a strappy top. I opened the door and looked around for my mom.

"Mom?" I yelled for her.

"Kitchen!" She yelled back. It was time for me to have some fun. I walked in the kitchen and found her crouching in front of the oven. Whatever she was making smelled good.

The look on her face when she turned around and saw my exposed skin was priceless. I swear she was contemplating jumping in the oven with whatever was in there. She lifted her head unto the roof and said a little prayer.

"Your father told you countless times to never show that devil's art around this house young lady," she said through gritted teeth.

"I know. But he isn't here now is he," I smirked at her. "Don't you think you are being a little judgmental mom? What is wrong with who I am? You are my mother after all. You should accept me for me," my tone changed from playful to serious. Her gaze lifted from the floor to me. She looked like she was about to say something but instead she took off her oven mitts and her apron and left the kitchen.

That was rude.

I shrugged and grabbed myself an apple and my phone rang. I frowned at the caller ID.

"Leighton."

"Yes dad?"

"I called to tell you I won't be able to accompany you to California on Sunday. Work is dragging on."

"Okay. Bye," I said into the speaker but before I could hang up he spoke.

"Tell your mother I love her."

"Call her you prick," and I hung up. Times like these I really wish I was aborted. I don't mind, nor care if he doesn't take me to California. But why ask me to pass on a message like that when you could just call the woman you are supposed to love?

Noting my mother was having one of her moments, I went to my room to get changed. I dished up food for mom and I before she came to kitchen. It smelled good and I bet it tasted even better. She was a great cook. If she turned it into a business, she would do great.

I heard footsteps behind me but I didn't turn around to know it's mom.

"You look good in the kitchen babe," a familiar husky voice said from behind me.