Unexpected

Chapter 65.

"Hello, mum, dad.." I say leaning against the doorstep. They are looking at me with a serious expression making a twist of anxiety grow inside of me.

"Emily, do you know what time is it?" My mum says standing up from the couch.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I just.. my friend had a problem and I.."

"I don't want to hear it." My mum raises her hand to shut me down so I stop talking.

"You had mentioned it was going to be a simply dinner. You spent the whole weekend in god-knows-where and I have called you several times but you did not answer. You know how worried we were?" My mum says looking at me with disappointment in her face.

"I sent a text.." I say in a lower voice trying to ridiculously justify my absence.

"Lately you have been spending all of your time at your friends' houses and never in your own. We barely see you anymore. During the day you are at school and then you ask us to spend nights out which has taken a large frequency."

"I know mum, I'm sorry.."

"You didn't let me finish. From now on, you're grounded. You'll go to school and then you'll have to come right back home."

"What?!" My jaw is fallen on the floor.

"It's exactly what you've heard." My mum says sitting on the couch again with her arms crossed.

"Mum, I'm almost seventeen years old, I'm not a child anymore!" I raise my tone more that I've planned.

"See? This is what I'm talking about! Your new friends are changing your personality."

"No, they're not! Yes, I've been spending a lot of my time with them but he's not influencing me in any way."

"No? Before you met that boy, you had a regular study schedule!"

"Yes and I have been studying, mum!" I cross my arms on my chest. My heart is raising and my mouth is completely dry.

"Where did you spent the weekend?"

"In a friend's house."

"With that boy?"

"Yes, mum! I was with Albert!" I raise my tone again as I move my hands dramatically on the air while I'm speaking.

"I know that you two are probably dating and are "very in love with each other" like any other typical teenage couple, but this thing you two have is changing you in the most negative way."

"All that Albert has done to me is proving me that I can be myself. He didn't change me, he only brought the person that I really was to the surface!"

"Well, you're not the same Emily that I said yes when she wanted to change to St Marylebone C. E. School, on the beggining of the semester. That I know for sure." My mum softens her tone and I know by the look in her eyes that she's disappointed with me.

"I changed my idea and decided to move to a different high school! Why is that being so much of a problem now? Mum, I am the exact same person, I can guarantee you that. I'm just happy to be with him."

"I understand that, Emily, but for now I don't want you to sleep at Sophia's house anytime soon."

"Okay, fine, can I go to my room now?"

"Not yet. I know I can't forbid you from seeing that boy but I don't want you to spend the whole day with him.

"What?"

"Now you can go." My mum says and I instantly run to my room.

There's no away that I'm not seeing Albert. No way.

Albert's POV.

When I get out of the taxi, I remove my phone to call Emily but she doesn't pick up.

I open the front door and there's a slight light coming from the living room.

"Hey." I say laying the keys on the table.

"Hey, son." My mum says seated on the couch. "Where have you been?"

"Around." I say deepening my hands in my pockets.

"Albert, I made you a question, answer me properly. Do you know what time is it?" My mum raises her tone.

"If you're going to start with those shitty obvious questions like if I don't own a damn watch, I'm leaving again." I threat turning around.

"No, please wait." My mum softens her tone and I look at her.

"Albert, I was so worried about you. you left the restaurant and you spent the whole weekend without saying a word to me!" My mum stands up from the couch and steps forward.

"I've been with Emily, so we didn't do nothing wrong." I make an annoyed tone so she can stop with all that typical motherly concern. It's so damn annoying.

"I know, Sophia showed me Emily's text. God bless that girl for putting some good sense on your head."

"Yeah, can I go now?" I try to make a tired look so she can leave me the fuck alone.

"No. I'm not done yet. Despite the concern you caused me, I haven't forget all those horrible things you said to me. You don't know how awful my life became since your dad.. well.."

"Since my dad what, mum?" I shout. I wasn't ready to bring this up, not just yet, but I couldn't keep it to myself since she didn't finish the damn sentence. She never does.

"He- He-He left." My mum fumbles with words and nervously looks at the ground. She used to do that all the time when my dad used to yell at her.

"He left?" I fake a laugher and shake my head.

"Yes. You don't know how awful my nights were without him by my side."

"And you know?!" I raise my tone and my mum wide her eyes.

"I know Albert. Don't you think that I have felt a huge pain inside of me every time I found you tossed on the floor? Every morning with blood in your hands coming from all the cuts you made to yourself?" My mum tries to keep a straight tone but the glow in her eyes shows me that she's about to cry right in front of me.

"I'm tired of this conversation." I turn around.

"Albert can't you understand that I was worried about you?! I'm worried about you, son!" My mum approaches to me and desperately grabs my hand.

"Like you've been worried for the last ten years?" I say in a softer tone looking down at her.

"I know that making you come with me to London wasn't the best choice but I had to take you out of those horrible memories,"

"Why? You know, you keep saying that everything you did was to my own good, but I think it was solemnly to make you forget about what happened. If you couldn't live with the pain, the guilt, why drag me over? You call that concern? I call it selfishness." I jerk my arm off her grip and go to my room.

As I hear her crying, I keep my eyes tightly shut. I need to call Emily. I need to hear her voice.

I close the door of my room and remove my phone again. Why isn't she picking up? I called her like five times now and I haven't any text from her.

Maybe she's asleep.

Emily's POV.

I lock my bedroom's door and toss myself to my bed. How can my mum forbid me to spend more time with Albert? I've never crossed a rule, not a single one and just for spending the weekend with him I am grounded?! I understand that I should have called her saying that I would be with him, but forbidding me to be with him?

My head is spinning while small tears roll down my cheeks. Everything in my mind screams and my headache is taking its toll. Blurred images scribble across my eyes as I'm covering them with my hands in a tight grip.

A thud comes from my window like something is beating against the glass like a knock. I instantly stand up from the bed and open the curtain.

Jesus Christ, how I love this boy.