Oh Marcel

Chapter 25

MARCELS POV

I headed home and honestly Scarletts truck was rather easy to drive. I parked in my drive way and noticed my mums car was in the drive way as well. I couldn't shake what Scarlett had told me. God sometimes I was so selfish. I didn't even bother to ask her how she was. I never asked her when she was younger what she wanted to be when she grew up. All the little questions about her life I don't remember asking. I walked in and she was sitting on the couch with her laptop on her lap and the cat by her side. She was wearing her Ray Ban reading glasses and a drink was on the light stand next to her. I closed the door and she looked up and greeted me.

" I brought home soup from The Diner On The Corner. I know its your favorite," She said being genorious as always.

" Mum are you okay?"

" Yeah love I'm fine. You should probably get ready."

" Oh yeah I will. And no I meant were you alright? Like when I was away. This summer..." I trailed off.

" It was hard... Deffinantly not easy, but everything happens for a reason and we have to except it," She said.

I nodded my head and was about to go up the stairs when a thought hit me. " Mum do you think if I was here and what happened last year didn't happen. Do you think you and dad would be still you know... together?" I asked a little afraid to know the answer.

" I'm sorry Marcel, but I can't answer that for you. I don't think anyone can possibly know that. Maybe except for of course fate," She looked quite dissapointed at her answer. I mean I was a little as well, but I suppose it was the closest answer I was going to get.

I ran up the stairs and walked to my bedroom. It was still quite empty. I guess it always has been. It had the standard essecials in it and thats all I need for now. I walked to my dresser and picked out a plain white v neck tee and a pair of black jeans. Nothing special, but then again I'm not going to dress up for someone who tried his best to ignore me almost all my life. I grabbed the clothes and headed for the shower.

30 minutes later.

I got dressed and I was on my way out the door when I got stopped.

" Here take some soup," I mum convinced me.

" Mum I'm going to be driving. I can't possibly drive and eat at the same time."

" I understand but-" I could tell somthing caught her eye. She looked out the window and I knew what she was going to say. " Are you going to give Scarlett's truck back?"

" Yeah... don't worry about it," I tried to change the subject because I didn't want her knowing Scarlett was coming with me.

" Hey listen before you leave remember to be nice. I really don't want police coming to my door tonight."

I nodded my head and grabbed the bowl from my mums hands. I gave her a hug and headed for the truck. It was about one o'clock. I just remembered as I walked to my friends truck that I left the jornal filled with my mum's greif and troubles. I shrugged my shoulders and was off to Scarletts house.

I unlocked my phone and called her. She didn't answer, but at that moment I saw a perky familar curvy body walk out of her house. I smiled at the fact that she had on the widest, brightest smile I have ever seen.

" Well I like your new ride," she laughed and hopped in. She slipped on her seat belt and looked at me.

" Well on with it," she commanded and I did as I was told. I backed out of drive way and we were on our way. I didn't need directions to the where ever my father lived, because one time in my mums free time she showed me. " Hey whats this?" She asked holding the bowl.

" Oh its tomato soup. I think you'll like it. If you want some go right ahead."

" Aw thanks. She unravled the plastic wrap and didn't bother with a spoon. She took about two big sips and covered it back in plastic wrap.

" You don't like spoons?" I asked with one hand on the wheel.

" Oh no its not that I don't like them its that I don't belive in them," she said as if she had teh logic all figuared out.

" May I ask why?"

" Nope. Sorry. Becasuse I have no idea why."

" I thought we were stopping with the sorry thing. Remember when school was about to start and you said we had to stop."

" Have you figuared out a better word?" She asked.

" No not yet. Have you?" I asked woundering if her book filled brain could answer.

" You know to be honest I forgot all about that. No I haven't but I am on the hunt for the perfect word," that sort of ended our talking for about five minutes. Which is probably the first time I heard her not talk and the car was in complete scilence.

" I brought the book with me. Your mums jornal if you wanted me to read some of the entries..." She asked quietly pulling the leather booklet out of her purse.

I nodded my head and tried to concentrate on the open rode. Actully almost everything was silant. " 'How do I go on without him? He was truly the only man I loved. How do people say everything happens for a reason.  I don't know off topic  I guess.' " Scarlett got interupted by her phone.  And I did not want her to stop.  When she told a story I could feel my mums pain.  " Hi Tom. .. No I'm out...Yeah  will be home soon...what why does it matter?.... Yes I am out with Marcel... Everythings fine... okay meet me at my house... alright bye." She put down her phone and I was scared out of my mind.   So I guess when I get back to school I can expect a seacret beating.  As usual. 

I turned the corner and I was starting to recongize bulidings.  Unlike Scarletts dad my father had a little bit more upscale apartment, a little outside the town.  " Scar do ou think you and Tom will-" 

" Will last?  I don't know I sort of hope so.  Its crossed my mind as well and at this point I guess only fate will tell us later."  And she left it at that.  I stopped the car at a big apartment building.  Very classy and very expensive.  I never really talked to my dad so I don't know how he could afford it.

" You ready?"  I asked.  She nooded her head and we were on our way to see the man I didn't kno weather to dispise or love.