Midnight Coffee

Chapter 4

A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been having a lot of writers block. I also apologise that none of the words are italicised or this author's note isn't bold, I'm updating from my phone so yeah! Enjoy! x

Mary's POV

"Where did you go last night?" Josh asked me as soon as I got down the stairs.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," I lied.

He scoffed.

"Oh please. I'm your big brother. Do you honestly think I believe you?"

I shrugged. "It was worth a try."

He just smiled before ruffling my hair playfully. We both made our way into the kitchen where he handed me a cup of tea.

I took a seat on the stool and sipped at the warm liquid. Josh stood on the other side of the island, resting his weight on his elbows as he drank as well.

"So really, where'd you go?" he asked in an investigating tone.

"Out."

"Out where?" he pressed.

"Somewhere."

"Kay seriously, tell me."

"I just went for some coffee."

"Coffee? Is that so?"

I nodded.

"It was like eleven when you left. Why'd you need coffee at a time where you're supposed to sleep?"

"How'd you know what time I left?" I snarled, avoiding his second question.

"Oh please, the family, except Eli, was still up when you left."

My eyes widened.

"No! You're lying!"

"I wish I was. We were watching telly in the living room. You didn't bother to hear us."

"Did you cover for me?"

"What could I have said?"

I looked down at my cup in shame. I rarely got into trouble. If this one craving was going to get me into any type of punishment....then it'd be stupid.

Josh sighed, pulling me out of my trance.

"Mum and Dad told me to just let you go when I said I'd get you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"That they know you'll only rebel if they punished you. Really, they're right. But we're honestly unsure of what to do with you. You've never been like this before."

"I suppose you're right."

"About?"

"Everything. I don't know."

Just then, my father came in, whilst adjusting his tie.

"Hey dad," I greeted nervously.

He just responded with a look of disappointment before pouring his own cup of tea.

This made my heart sink. My father was never disappointed or angry with me. Only once, when I got a B on my report card in the sixth grade. He couldn't even look at me. What I did wasn't even that bad! There's teenagers out there getting pregnant for Pete's sake!

"Daddy?" I croaked.

He slammed the cupboard door, making me flinch.

"What do you want me to say, Mary?" he shouted. "That I'm proud of you? That I'm proud of you leaving at almost midnight?! You didn't even leave properly! You snuck out! There's a difference!"