Mistaken Love

Chapter Twenty-seven.

A/N;
I have been procrastinating on this chapter for the past couple of weeks, and it isn't even that long. Warning you now, that this is just a filler and next chapter will be longer.

I have been procrastinating because hockey season is back! Any hockey fans out there? If so, what's your favorite team? I'll forever root for my state team; Detroit Red Wings! I put a hype video at the top, since this is our last year playing at Joe Louis Arena. We'll be getting a new arena... with a horrible name... but that's none of my business... Any who, go ahead and watch the video if you like. #71 is babe. ;)

ANYWAYS... Let's continue with the story! And I apologize for the short chapter... :(
Next chapter will be longer. :)

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"Dammit, Sam!" My mother screeched, as she ran a hand through her tangled, brown hair.

I sighed, as I bowed my head in defeat. "It wasn't my fault this time!" I managed to say, while cracking a chuckle.

Mother laid her eyes upon me, as she shook her head. "That's not the point." She spoke, as she grabs my bag. "This is the third time you've sprained that ankle. You might need surgery if it heals improperly." Mother added, as she began to walk away from me.

I scoffed, as I slowly moved across the floor with my crunches. "I'll be fine. The doctor said I would be fine, anyways." I mumbled.

As I approached closer behind my mother, she quickly turned around, placing a hand out in front of her, stopping me dead in my tracks.

"Oh no!" Mother spoke loudly. "You're sleeping down here for the next few days. I can't have you walking up and down those stairs too much. Besides," she paused, as she flashed an insecure smile. "we don't have to the money for surgery." She finished, before walking up the stairs.

I let out a heavy sigh, as I eyed my ankle, that was wrapped tightly in ace wrap. "Fine." I groaned, not wanting to argue any longer about the situation.

Mother glanced down the stairs, as she smiled down at my defenseless figure. "I'll bring your stuff down here." She giggles, as she walks up the stairs.

Without a word, I turn to face the couch, as I head towards it. Once I'm near it, I spin around one last time, before plopping down on the soft cushion, as I let my crunches fall to my sides.

I sat in silence, as I listened to my mother's movement from the room above. It was just her and I occupying this house, as Noah was gone for the rest of the afternoon with friends, and father was currently at work. I don't remember the last time the house has been this quiet before, besides at night, when everybody's asleep. However, the noiseless household felt pleasant, as it seemed a soul hasn't approached this house in years.

I leaned back into the soft cushions, as I let my mind wonder about this morning, making me relax even more than usual.

Despite the discomfort in my ankle that had caused me to wake up too early, I had woke up to Rachel sleeping peacefully next to me. Her steady breathing calmed me, as her head was rested upon my chest with my arm wrapped around her shoulder. When we woke up, we just eyed each other with tired eyes for a moment, before giving each other our good morning kisses.

Unfortunately, our moment was cut short, as Bethany barged inside the guest room. She explained that someone at her work grew ill, and they needed her to take over her co-workers shift at the local party store. Rachel and I understood, as we got out of bed and began to pack and get ready to leave.

Once we were ready to leave, we jumped in the car, as we headed back to Paradise. We said our goodbyes to Rachel, as we dropped her off first. Once we approached my place, Bethany helped me inside, and left before mother went insane about my wounded ankle.

Besides my injury, I had a great weekend. I can't believe I am saying this, but I can't wait until the next time the three of us hang out again.

The sound of gentle footsteps approached me, as I turned my attention to the owner. My mother made her way towards me, as she carried over a basket that had my blanket and pillows over to me. I eyed her, as she dropped the basket to her feet, as she placed her hands upon her hips.

"For the next few days, you'll be down here." Mother reminded me. "I don't want you moving too much, so I'll just have to baby you." She announced, before helping me up, so she can pull out the sofa bed.

"Mom," I groaned, as I stood on one foot. "You don't have to baby me. I'll be fine!" I reassured her.

Mother shook her head, as she began to dress the mattress with my heavy blanket. She didn't say anything for awhile, as she made me sit down on the bed, while she fluffed the pillows that elevated my right foot.

"If your ankle doesn't heal right, I don't have the money to fix it." Mother reminded me, as she handed me my laptop. "So I beg of you, just stay put." She finishes before walking away towards the kitchen.

I let out a sigh, as I began to browse the internet for the time being.

"This is going to be the longest few days til I'm able to function on my own again..." I mumbled to myself, as I began to relax into the pillows behind me.

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Updated: October 19th, 2016 -- 12:18 AM.

-Taylor Lynne.