Lies My Mother Told Me

Chapter 5:(New)

Chapter 5: Tuesday

I opened up the linen closet and looked for an un-used towel. I’ve been living with Steven for three days now and I’m quite surprised about how the whole situation is working out. We haven’t killed each other yet. It’s been weird between us actually. But I think we’ve actually been flirting with each other? I’ve never really flirted with anyone before. But if the constant poking at me, and touching me and making little snide comments about my butt isn’t flirting, then what is it? We haven’t talked about the night at the cliff or the kiss. I guess he just doesn’t want to upset me again or have me think about my mother.

We had a break off from school this week; so far all we’ve been doing is hanging out, watching movies on the couch, and going for walks. I found a guitar in his room and I asked him to play it for me. But he refused, he said he wasn’t good. I haven’t met his parents yet, I wonder when they are coming home. I really would like to meet them considering I’m living in their house for free. I really hope they are okay with me staying here for a bit.

I grabbed a fresh towel and slung it over my shoulder heading for the bathroom. I quickly glanced over the staircase where I could see Steven sleeping soundly on the couch. His hair all messy and wild. Not like there was much of a difference when he went to school.

I opened the door to the bathroom and quickly covered my eyes. Omigosh! There was a man in there! A naked man in there! I let out a little scream waking up Steven.

“Summer? Are you okay?” he asked groggily from downstairs. I panicked and slammed the door in the man’s face and raced downstairs. Steven sat up on the couch with the blanket still covering him.

“Um, I think you’re parents are home,” I said. I heard a door creak open from upstairs and my heart pumped fast. God, way to make a great first impression, Summer!

“Who was the-?” said a blonde woman in a pink bathrobe. I’m guessing that was Steven’s mother. Her blonde hair was down and messy, she hadn’t removed her makeup from last night, and it ran down under her eyes and over. She stopped her sentence noticing me.

“Um mom, I thought you were coming home tonight,” Steven said.

“We were but your father and I found an earlier flight and got here around 12 in the morning,” she explained. She turned to look at me and looked me up and down. I would rather her see me for the first time in a nice sundress or with makeup on. I had messy hair tied up in a bun, Steven’s sweatpants and his t-shirt. That’s all I’ve been wearing for the past three days, his clothes. Even though I drowned in them, it felt nice to wear his clothes. I had no idea where these sudden feelings for Steven came from.

I was about to open my mouth and introduce myself but Steven did before I could.

“Mom, this is Summer. Summer, this is my mom. Mom, Summer is going to be staying with us for a while,” he explained. His mother flashed me a big toothpaste smile as she rested her hip to the side.

“Welcome Summer! It’s so nice to meet you. I wish Steven would have called me and told you were staying though. I don’t even have a room set up for you or anything!” she said racing down the steps to greet me.

“Mom, we didn’t exactly plan her stay. And I didn’t even know you were coming home so early…” he said defensively. His mother dismissed him with her hand and came up to me.

“Hi sweetie! I’m Mrs. Miller, call me Kelly though. I prefer Kelly. Mr. Miller should be out of the bathroom any minute now. Then we can all have breakfast! Want to help me make some pancakes!” she said excitedly. I nodded my head. She caught a hold of my hand and dragged me to the kitchen. I liked Mrs. Miller, oh wait Kelly.

I grabbed some eggs out of the fridge as I was told and helped Kelly start making the pancakes.

“You’re mother is so cute,” I said sheepishly in the car. He turned to me and shrugged.

“That will be the only time you’ll see her really. She is barely home. I don’t think I told you but she is a model and she’s always working. And my father is so better than her either. He’s the one that isn’t the one home the most. We barely know each other,” he explained. He had his golden eyes hard fixed on the road. We were going back to my house to get some clothes and other stuff for Steven’s house. Once we approached the house my heart started racing out of my chest. The palms of my hands were sweaty, which they always did when I was nervous.

My mother’s car was in the driveway just like the last time I saw it. It doesn’t even look like she used it since she came back from her trip.

“Are you ready?” Steven asked. I nodded my head but didn’t move. Then I felt his fingers intertwine with mine he squeezed my hand tightly. I had to admit I liked the way his hand felt on mine.  I broke away hand and opened the car door. I hopped out and waited for Steven to shut off the car. Or as he calls it his ‘stupid piece of shit.’ He doesn’t even call it a car anymore. He asked me the other day if I wanted to take a ride in his stupid piece of shit.

Feeling confident I grabbed his hand and laced our fingers back together. We both walked up to my house. I bit hard down on my lip. She was without a doubt in there, but I just didn’t want to see how she was reacting to all of this. When my father died she took it really hard. She became an alcoholic, drank for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. She became really depressed and that’s when the beatings started to occur. For the tiniest things. If I forgot to take my shoes off before I got in the house she would beat me. If she found one of my toys under the couch or not put away she would beat me.

I placed my glass door knob and twisted it slowly praying that she had left it open. I twisted it all the way and the door slowly creaked open. We both stepped inside and looked around the house. There were beer bottle strewed about the whole place. Some half empty, some shattered on the floor, and some empty.

I knew this was going to happen.

Steven and I tiptoed up the steps and into my room.

“Where is she?” he whispered in my ear making me shudder. I shrugged my shoulders.

“She’s probably passed out in her room or something. This is so embarrassing,” I said shaking my head. He stayed quiet.

“Come on let’s get you some of your things packed,” he sighed. He opened my wardrobe and started taking clothes off their hangers and into big suitcase I put on the bed. I grabbed other things like my blow dryer and body sprays. In about 40 minutes we were finished packing my things. We would have gotten it done quicker, but we spent 10 minutes making out on my bed.

School would be starting up again in a couple of days which meant I could see Erin again. I couldn’t really hang out with her considering I was living at Steven’s house. And Steven is her ex-boyfriend. They dated for a really long time. She was so happy and I thought they really loved each other. They sometimes talked about getting married. They were so cute together, she still never told me the reason they broke up.

In the car I got a text from Luke.

Luke: Hey, I and some friends are hitting up a club tonight, and I want you to come pick you up around 10?

Summer: If you promise not to get me drunk like last time

Luke: Sounds like a date :)