"Um, excuse me. I was just leaving." I start packing up my things.
"Sit down. We need to talk to you and Kayla." Her father says.
I look at Kayla, who was looking at me already.
"Okay." She says, looking back at her parents.
I follow them to the living room. I sit on the couch, away from Kayla. The last thing I want to do is cause more problems. Kayla, on the other hand, doesn't see a problem with it and moves beside me, taking my hand.
"We saw the tutoring session, and while you do treat her with respect, we don't approve." Her mother says.
"Why not?" Kayla ask, in disbelief.
"Because it's wrong. He's so much older, and he's your teacher." Her father answers.
"But I love him."
"We can see that, and since you are eighteen, a legal adult, we'll let you choose. Him or us?" Her dad asks.
"What?" Kayla and I ask at the same time.
"If you want to see with this man, grown man, then we'll let you, but not while you're under our roof. If you want to be grown, then you'll be responsible for yourself. If you're with him, you will not be living under those roof. If you don't want to be with him, you can stay."
"I can't leave Chres. But I can't stop talking to you guys. You'd really disown me?" She asks.
"No, we wouldn't be helping you out, in any way at all. We will still talk to you, but we won't be paying for anything. You will be responsible for yourself. Now, during the relationship and after you break up with him."
"So, you just want me to move out if I decide to be with him?" She asks, still in disbelief.
"Yes." Her father nods.
"I'm not leaving Chres."
"Makayla, I can't let you do that." I shake my head.
"I was planning on moving out in a few weeks, I guess it'll be happening sooner than I thought." She stands up. "I'll go pack."
"You have three days." Her parents tell her.
She nods and go upstairs, I quickly follow her.
"Kayla." I grab her arms, stopping her from throwing her clothes in a suitcase.
"What, Chres?" She asks, looking at me.
"Don't do this. I don't want to be the reason you don't talk to your parents anymore." I say.
"And you won't be. They said we'll still talk, but they aren't gonna help me with anything. All it is, is that I'm moving in with you sooner than planned." She answers. I go to talk, but she presses her lips to mine. "Please just shut up and help me pack."
"Okay." I give in.
A soft knock in the door startled me. We had been silently packing for the last ten minutes. Her mother steps in, closing the door behind her.
"Honey, you're father is just upset. You'll have to forgive him. You can call us with anything, we'll always be there to help. He was speaking out of anger." Her mother says.
"I know, mommy. I'm just gonna leave and give him space." Kayla answers.
"Look, at my baby, growing up and moving out." She smoothes out Kayla's hair, hugging her. "I love you."
"I love you too, mommy." Kayla hugs her mother tightly.
When they pull away, her mother turns to me. "Take care of my baby. I don't want to see her hurt."
