Caught By The Bad Boys

Chapter Twenty Four: Broken Pieces

Broken Pieces

"How was homecoming?" my mother asked as she put a plate of lasagne in front of me.

It was currently Saturday and we were having lunch, after yesterday's fiasco I decided to ignore my parents.

I heard her, Miranda's soft weeping on the other side of the door when I took my phone. I couldn't stand to hear it anymore so I went up to my room finishing the bottle of whiskey. I could hear them yelling and then everything went quiet, I though they murdered each other but then I heard their cars drive off leaving me in peace.

I showered and cleaned up before my parents came home and I made sure to use air freshener all around the house to get the cigarette smell away. I washed the dress and hung it up on the line to dry then went back to my room.

No questions were asked and I was up in my room the rest of the evening, just like I used to spend my Friday nights. It's actually the first time today that I came downstairs since yesterday.

"Lana?" a deep voice switched me back to reality.

"Hmm?" I asked looking at my dad, he was currently wearing a plain black sweater, loose jeans, and sneakers. I rarely see him in casual wear since he's always at the station. Guess he got the rest of the day off.

"Your mother asked you something." He said in a stern voice. I shifted my gaze to my mother who looked at me in a concerned way.

"It was a great mom," I mumbled while poking my food.

"Carter seemed quite concerned yesterday." My mother challenged me, she kept bothering me and she won't stop until she gets the answers she's looking for.

"Why? What happened?" my dad demanded looking at my mother and me.

"Err...these guys played a prank last night causing my dress to get all ruined." I lied. Thank goodness I can remember what I had told my mother.

"Assholes." My dad muttered.

"Honey not at the table. Since the storm came out of nowhere why was your dress all ripped?" my mother asked while glaring at my dad.

"Err...Carter's vehicle broke down and we were close to home so I just walked, the dress must have gotten hooked my a branch or something." I muttered trying to avoid their eyes on me.

"I thought Carter couldn't drive?" my dad pointed out.

Crap.

"Why can't he drive?" my mother asked looking at my father. His eyes widened as I grinned, way to go, dad.

"How was work honey?" my dad changed the subject as he gently took my mother's hand in his.

"Harriet Bobby Willson do not change the subject." My mother scolded as she pulled away from my dad's hand.

I snorted at my dad's middle name; Bobby sounds like a fun and humorous person, which is definitely not my dad.

"Something happened at work and he was involved along with his friends so his folks took his car away." My dad sighed as he rubbed his forehead.

Dammit.

"So how did his car break down if he didn't have one?" my mother asked turning her head to me.

"He borrowed one of Ethan's cars, Carter wouldn't show up to homecoming in a truck anyway." I lied.

"But you guys left here in a limo with Miranda and Marc-"

"Can we just stop with the questions, please? It happened, it's in the past." I exclaimed cutting my mother off. Both of them looked at me with a worried look their eyes but continued to eat.