PHEW *wipes perspiration* HEAVY CHAPTER.
"What's your favorite color?"
"Red. Favorite clothing brand?"
"Fudge Rock. Extra curricular activities?"
"Besides from lacrosse, I tried parkour with Gray. What was your life like before we met?" I paused, thinking about the right answer. A small cookie halfway inside my mouth.
"I already told you, my mom left, I met Comet who basically took care of me, my dad... Well, he's still my dad." I answered, chewing the cookie.
"Where is she now?" Ethan asked, referring to my mother.
"Hey, hey, hey! It's my turn now." I glanced in his direction with a narrowed look.
"Fine." He said rolling his eyes.
"Your mother?" I asked. Ethan's figure visibly tensed and he avoided my stare.
"I don't wanna talk about it." Is his short answer.
"Well too bad, we're playing twenty questions, you can't just pass."
"I don't, want to talk, about it." A slight grit present in his tone, still avoiding my stare. I continued staring at him, my head tilted to the side a little, studying him.
"We aren't moving on until you answer my question." I taunted.
"I can handle the silence."
"And what makes you think I'll stay silent?" I asked, quirking an eyebrow. A long silence followed, I looked down at Ethan's phone, pressing the button and checked the time.
1:34 AM.
And then I spoke again, "I remember your dad mentioned something about your mom, she died."
"You already know the answer, so why ask me again?"
"I want to hear it from you." I said softly. Ethan lifted his head and stared ahead, his face stoic, void of any emotion.
"She died." Is his simple answer. I rolled my eyes at his answer. He's stubborn, I give him that, but not tonight buddy.
"Tell me something about her." I said.
"It's my turn now." He said instead.
"Shoot." I replied, brushing the crumbs off of my clothes and lap. I sat up straight, my legs laid straight in front of me as I braced my arms behind me for balance.
"Tell me something about her." He glanced my way.
"That's not even a question." This time his eyes stayed in my direction, looking at me in a deadpanned manner. I sighed.
"She's pretty." I looked at him in the corner of my eye, gauging his reaction, just in time to catch him roll his eyes at me.
"Really? She's pretty? That's everything you can say about her?" He asked mockingly. I sighed again.
"We were fine. She's playing the perfect mother and wife although my parents aren't really married. She has her own job, a sales clerk in a small shop while my dad worked in a factory. I thought she was happy with her job, with her life, with us. Well, that's what I thought." I shrugged.
"Well..." He trailed off, waiting for me to continue.
"Turns out she isn't quite satisfied with the way her life turned out. She thinks she deserves better, she wants better. So she found a new husband, packed her things, left, her new husband probably left her so she now lives with my grandmother the last time I checked. Working her ass off and living life as if she's single. Well she is single, since she left, she's on her own." I said nonchalantly, "She was quite the mother, strict but caring." I added with a smile.
