Marcel

mother never understands

My heart jumped out of my chest when I saw a middle age woman at his door, looking like we had just preformed live porn.

She had short brown hair cut into a bob, her make up very colorful with blue eye shadow and bright pink lips. She dressed in a long black pencil skirt and a black dress shirt with a sweater over it.

“Mom, i-“

“Marcel! I had suspicions, but I never thought! In my own house!” She exclaimed, looking between me and him.

“Mom, I swear we werent going to do anything, we-“

“Werent going to do anything?! Marcel! I basically witnessed you doing unholy actions with this… this whore!”

Ouch.

I grabbed my shirt from the floor and quickly put it on in embarrassment.

“She is not a whore!” Marcel roared, marching over to where his mother was standing and stared at her with so much negativity, I thought he was going to explode.

“Well then why is she shirtless on the bed, huh?”

He took in a deep breath before looking at his mother with aggrivated eyes, “Mom, get out.”

 She glanced at him before turning her glare to me, intensifying it x100.

“You,” She pointed to me, “Are never allowed to set so much as a toe in this house again. You are to be out of this house in no less than ten minutes.”

And just like that, she stormed out of the room, yelling, “We are definitely talking later, Marcel!”

I searched for my shoes and slipped them on my feet, hiding my red face from Marcel’s stare.

“Wait, don’t-“

“I need to leave.” I cut him off, looking up at him.

He walked over to me with sorrow filled within his iris’, gently caressing my hands in his.

“Don’t listen to my mom, she doesn’t know what she’s talking about. It was a heat of the moment thing, I promise.”

“I don’t want to upset her more. I need to go back to my house and we will just see what happens.” I choked out, not really knowing what to say.

He stared at me, flashes of hurt and sadness in his face, before he mumbled an ‘okay, I’ll drive you home.’

I shook my head and looked up at him, “No its okay, ill call a cab. I don’t want to get you in any more trouble.”

“No, it’s okay ill take-“

“Marcel, please.”

He closed his eyes and nodded, stepping aside for me to walk out.

I exited his room and run down the stairs, flying out the front door before his mother could even utter a word.

Once I walk a good distance away from his house, I called a cab and it soon picked me up and took me to my house.

As I entered my vacant home, I sprinted up the steps and barged in my room, flying over to my bed and faceplanting into the covers.

What have I done?

Marcel’s mom thinks I’m a whore, I’m not allowed over to his house anymore, and I left Marcel hurt in his room.

What kind of person am i?

I let the silent tears slip down my face. Was I being too dramatic? I mean, we didn’t even get very far before his mother came in.

But you were going to if she hadnt inturrupted…