Fallen For Him (Editing)

Confrontation: Part 8

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Confrontation 

The title says it all. This chapter reminds me of an old western showdown. This time though, it is between the mom and two teenagers. Sliding hand across holster, staring the enemy in the eye, ready for a showdown...and the music begins to play...

I slowly step back in fear. I had no clue she even knew about this place. Did she follow me? Could she have known all along?

How? I had been so careful.

"Mom! Wh-what are you doing here?" I stutter nervously.

She said with disdain in her voice, "I would ask you the same Liana, but it's pointless."

I remember thinking, "This is bad! We have gone too far this time! Even if she made it sound like I had a choice, she was really hoping I would have chosen in her favor! She had hoped I would have left Harley waiting! Her hopes were wrong and now she is pissed off as hell!"

Mom, I can explain!" I began to plead with fear.

Her charcoal eyebrows dipped to the center of her indented forehead and her mouth squeezed tightly together- forcing extra wrinkles to protrude from the side.

She pointed straight in his face as if he was a guilty convict in a courtroom, "Are you going to have an explanation for every time you have been going out with your friends to the mall or movies, in all actual reality you have really been with, HIM?"

I watched as his face turned three different shades of red. The problem was, I honestly couldn't tell if he was ready to snap and go completely psychotic on my mother, or he was just dying from embarrassment. Either way, I couldn't stand by and allow her to treat Harley in such an awful manner.

My second dilemma, she was my mom. She knew how to pull every emotion from the depths of my soul, only to later be the one to glue my shattered pieces together again.

I attempted to come up with some ingenious answer, one that she would believe, and I could convince my own self that it was true. I stammered and stalled. I took several breaths trying to reserve my rising temper. I tried many things, but every thought -every image that crossed my mind was spiteful, and I knew it wouldn't have helped our situation at all. The only answer I could muster was, "Mom! It's not like that!"

Literally. That was it. That was all I could say. Yeah, my grand speech was a disaster.

She crossed her arms as Harley ran his hand through his hair. Her eyebrow lifted upwards as she said, "Oh really? Tell me, Liana, what is it like? And please, I'm not an idiot! Tell me the truth for once!"

The moment she mentioned the word idiot, Harley stepped closer to her. He didn't seem afraid. He looked as if he was a predator waiting for his prey- one wrong move and he was ready to take out the weaker victim.

I raised my trembling hand to his attempted to touch his skin, but is was rigid. He was definitely not embarrassed. That option was out of the question. I had to do something- even though I was scared to death. I stepped forward and gathered some of my courage and said, "He's my best friend mother! We come here to hang out! That's all."

Harley stared at her in the eyes and gritted his teeth tightly together, "Let us explain. She's telling the truth."

Her fist balled up tightly as she screeched loud enough to scare away the rest of the hidden birds upon the tree limbs, "Harley Woods, what I say and do with my daughter is none of your concern," she brushed her hair back re-fixing her hair bun, "if I were you...it would be of your best interest to shut the hell up!"

I had never witnessed my mom acting so madly insane before. It frightened me. I couldn't understand what had gotten into her.

"What, Liana? Do you think I'm blind?" I felt hot. My face felt heated and my body trembled. She looked down over to Harley and asked, "And Harley, do you think I am an idiot?"

He warned, "I don't think you want my answer that question, Ms. Walsh."

Her hand swung passed my face, slightly grazing my hair. Her palm had landed hard across Harley's cheek. It left a crimson-red imprint of her long fingers under his left eye. Harley never flinched. He stood there- just glaring.

She dared, "Say something you fool! Or, maybe you are too much of a coward to stand up to me?"

Harley's voice sounded cold and empty as he said something I would never have expected that day, "The history you have with my father has nothing to do with me. Stop living in the past and deal with the fact that whether I am gay or straight, I love your daughter."

My mind tried to wrap around the only part of the words that lingered in the air.

A history with his father? How could that be possible? She had been with Daddy since high school.

In my eyes, nothing was making sense. I wanted answers. I asked nervously, "Mom? What is he talking about?"

Neither my mom nor Harley would face me. My mother's skin sickened with a yellow tint. Her words barely formed as she said, "What do you want, Harley?"

He simply demanded, "Your daughter."

Okay! That's a wrap.
So, Harley's Dad and Liana's Mom have a history together. How interesting hmmmm...

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