My Lovely Jerk {Completed}

Chapter - 15

"Oh, I was beginning to wonder if you two would ever show." Mother said as she opened the front door. Her brown eyes glanced at Bryson before settling on me. A small smile twitched its way up into her red lips.

I gave a roll of my eyes at what she said. "We are only two minutes late, Mother." With a sigh, I walked past her in the threshold. "Where is father?" I questioned as I expected him to be around the house somewhere. Even though it was clear he was mad at me by the way he acted at the hospital, I still wanted to say hello to him.

My legs carried me farther into the home. Entering the living room I saw no presence of my dad. In fact, the whole living room lacked his essence from I last remembered.

The hand carved wooden coffee table that use to be in the middle of the room was now gone and replaced with a glass table. I became confused as to why the wood table was gone, it was father's favorite piece in the whole house and he would have never let mom remove it from the living room.

My eyes danced around the room to see that there was no "Sport" magazines scattered about. Heck, there wasn't even Dad's winning baseball, from college, that was placed in a glass case and put in the corner of the room. Instead, it was a clean room with a fake plant where Daddy's case was and the room had a single brown leather couch in place of the loveseat and green suede recliner we use to have.  

"Your father ... he isn't in right now," mother told me as she walked in with Bryson a few steps behind her.

I spun around and looked at my ma. She was evidently lying to me about something, but the sound of a timer going off saved her from having to explain.

Dashing the kitchen, Mom kept muttering about how she was going to burn the lasgana if she didn't go in there and save it.

Standing by the entrance of the living room was a lingering Bryson. He looked over at me and didn't show any emotion, which didn't surprise me. However, I could tell that through his vibrant green orbs that he too was hiding something.

Trudging over to him, I arched an eyebrow. "What do you know that I don't?" I inquired.

Bryson leaned his figure on the white doorjamb and stared at me for a good minute. "I know lots of stuff," he proclaimed with a teasing grin.

Glaring at him, I gave a huff in irritation, "tell me what you know about my mother and father. I can see it in your eyes, you know something ... what is it?"

It was as clear as a summer's day, Bryson was thinking of how to reply to me and that angered me more than anything.

Poking his chest with my index finger, I spoke, "we have an agreement. I came to live with you and you were going to tell me everything. You were going to show me the world everyone was hiding from me. So, what the heck is going on?"

Bryson stood up straight and towered over my short figure. "All I know is what was in the newspapers because you never told me about your family..."

I calculated what he said and figured he must be telling the truth. "Okay ... what was in the paper?"

Sighing, Bryson looked me directly in the eye. "Your father, the head of White Card Family Insurance, was caught having an affair with his secretary...-"

"Hold up. That can't be true. My father would never cheat on my mom, he just ... he wouldn't." My mind was running circles at the mere idea of my father cheating on my mother. He couldn't, I firmly believed, he loved my mom and this family too much to go around cheating. In fact, I remember him talking to me about cheaters and how he believed there was a special place in Hell for them, an ideal that I shared with him.