Saintwood: College Days✔️(Wattpad version)

Reinforcements

I was sleeping when I felt something hit me, startling me awake. I sat up and saw my mom. "Mom! What the hell?"

"I could ask the same thing, Matthew," she said to me. Then I heard the other guys yell at their mothers.

"Get up. We have a problem," Mom said, leaving the room. What the hell was Mom doing here, then it hit me - Liz. She calls Mom when there's a love problem. I climbed out of bed and threw on a hoodie, then headed downstairs to see our four mothers standing there and the guys sitting on the couch. The girls were in the kitchen. Great, leave it to them to stay out the line of fire.

I plopped down in a chair, and they stood there with their arms crossed, glaring at us. Every time one guy tried to talk, their mother told them to be quiet. I rubbed my forehead as my mom stood in front of me, not what I needed considering the night I had.

"Matthew Jones. What is this I hear you walked out on a date?" Mom demanded.

I stopped rubbing my forehead and stood up, looking at her. "I only walked out when she talked to some random guy for forty minutes!"

"Well, do you know who the guy is?" She asked me.

"Does it matter?" I hadn't realized I was yelling at Mom, taking everyone back. "You're so bent on coming here and fixing things that you forget who got hurt here!" She recoiled at the harshness of my tone, and before I knew it, someone pushed me against the wall.

"Matthew! You will not speak to your mother like that!" It was Dad.

I glared at him, but he didn't flinch.

"What has gotten into you lately?" He roared.

"Me?" I pushed him away from me, and before I knew it, Jordan and Dylan were on each of his sides, backing him up. "You all bust in here like you own the damn place, thinking you can fix things! I got news for you! You can't fix this!"

I was screaming at Dad as Jordan pushed me against the wall, holding me with one hand and pointing the finger at me. "Calm the fuck down." My anger was boiling. What the hell is wrong with these people? I'm the one hurting, and they're treating me like I'm a threat. I couldn't hold it anymore, and before I knew it, I cried, since I was so angry.

Jordan let me go, and I slid down the wall as I pulled my legs to my chest and buried my head in them. I hated to cry. It was a sign of weakness. Mom walked over and knelt in front of me and, in a soothing tone, said, "Matthew, it's okay." I looked up at her through glassy eyes and grabbed her, holding on tight. She wrapped her arms around me and held me.

Everyone walked towards us, but dad put his hand up, signaling them to stop as he stood over us. After a few minutes, I stopped crying and wiped my face. Mom pulled back and looked at me, "Feel better?"

I nodded.

"Matthew, I didn't come here to yell at you. I came because your sister felt you needed me," Mom explained.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to yell at you," I said to her.

"I know, honey. It's okay," Mom said, giving me a soft smile. "Maybe it's time the four of us talk about what happened last night."

Everyone left so the four of us could talk. We sat at the table. Liz looked at Mom. "I thought the mothers were coming?"

"Did you think we could leave without your father and uncles?" Mom asked with a look.

"Well, yeah," Liz answered.

Dad gave Liz a look.

"Oh, come on! You know if I called them, they would have screwed everything up," she said, gesturing to Dad.