Only You

Chapter 31: Home

"Honey we need to talk." My mom tells me when I walk downstairs. I turn my sight to the kitchen and my dad is resting his body on the counter, looking at us. This looks serious.

I don't want to start my day like this, I bet they are going to yell at me for something I did to my sister, like always. Yesterday I was lucky when I arrived because I didn't see them in the way to my room, but I didn't have the same luck today.

"I don't want to be late for school." I say to cover my desire of getting out of the house. They're my parents so I'm pretty sure they won't accept this as an excuse.

"It won't take long, just a couple of minutes." She says and walks into the kitchen.

Sure a couple of minutes, which will turn into half an hour or maybe more. I hate their lectures, they're always so long and they make me feel like I'm doing everything wrong, I know I make mistakes but not the amount they think I do. I follow my mom and sit on the chair in front of the counter.

My dad and mom are standing in front of me and they're looking at each other to see who's going to start the conversation.

"How's school going?" My dad finally asks, crossing his arms and resting them on the counter once again.

"Good." I say and I look at my mom, "As always." They can't say anything about my grades, I study hard to get A's and my effort shows that. Not like my sister, who gives a crap about school, she is the one who needs to have this type of talks, not me.

"You've been going out a lot lately." He says. I know he's going to say something I won't like to hear next, "I never see you studying." I feel as if he was accusing me of something I didn't do.

"Dad I do my homework and study all week. My nights out aren't every single day." I fire back. I have to speak calmer if not they will get angry. I don't know why they're telling me this, I work my ass off to get straight A's, I study much more than they imagine and I stress the hell out of me when doing my assignments. How can't they notice that?

"And that guy I saw yesterday." Damn it, "Who is it?" My mom asks, resting her hands on the counter. She's going to make a big deal out of this if I tell her, I know it.

"Liam." Is the only thing I say, she doesn't need to know the whole bunch of details.

"Oh, so that's the famous Liam." My dad says. I've told them stuff about Liam because I used to tell them everything, but then I stopped because we started losing that magical connection we had, something happened, from almost one day to another everything changed.

"Is he your boyfriend?" My mom asks. Are you serious? Now you care for me, that's great.

"No, he's a friend." I'm saying the truth, we're not in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship yet but we do have something going on and we're working on getting there, but in the meantime we are only friends.

"So you've entered to the friends with benefits business too." My mom says in a sarcastic voice and my mouth falls wide open. I feel my body heating up. She's my mom and I respect her but who does she think she is to tell me that?

"Why don't you go and tell that to Rebecca, she seems to be an expert in that game." I say and instantly regret the words coming out of my mouth, not because it's hurtful but because I know they will defend her.

"Don't you dare to speak that way of your sister." My dad loudly says and I can feel the tears filling my eyes already. I try to hold them in but I can already feel a huge knot in my throat. I bite my cheek from the inside to control myself from crying but my parents don't seem to care.

"Speaking of Becca," my mom says and licks her light pink lips, then she walks and stands next to me, "What's going on between you? You never talk and when you do you always make your sister cry." You can't be freaking serious. Are they freaking blind?