Desire 2

Chapter Twenty

We ended up at some diner called Mel's place after Drew rented a car from a nearby place. He hadn't spoken much since we left his mom'a house and I figured it was probably best to give him the space he needed right now.

We sat at a booth in the empty restaurant and stared down at our menus as we searched for something to get. It was almost midnight now and all I really wanted was to go to sleep but there wasn't really much I could do about that now was there?

"I, um, I think I'm gonna get the blueberry pancakes," he let out.

I looked up from the menu, attempting to blink the tired from my eyes before speaking.

"I'm getting the chocolate chip pancakes,"

"Sounds good," he softly replied.

I stared at him for a moment before the waitress appeared and took our orders and brought us some coffee, which I was in desperate need of.

After she had left, Drew took a sip of his coffee after pouring in some sugar and cream then spoke.

"Listen, I'm sorry that I dragged you into this,"

"It's fine, Drew," I assured him.

"I just couldn't stay in the same house as that-" he began, looking down at the table.

I waited for him to finish his sentence before realizing that he wasn't going to.

"Woman?" I asked.

"Well I was gonna say bitch but I guess that works too,"

I half laughed and looked down at hands which were laying flat on the table top.

"What?" He smiled, trying to get me to laugh.

"It's nothing. It's not really my business," I spoke.

"Tell me," he pleaded, still smiling.

"Okay," I began "it's just that, I don't think that you should be so hard on your mom,"

He took a deep breath as the smile fell from his face and turned into a glare.

"Okay? And why not?" He continued, becoming defensive.

"Drew," I began "I really don't want to fight with you,"

"Well then tell me exactly how you feel,"

"The way I see it, is that, yeah. You're mom may be a bitch. She may be the biggest, most-selfish, most uncaring bitch in the world but at the end of the day she's your mom. And she's the only mom that you'll ever have. She loves you, you can tell. She's hurt and she doesn't know what to do to make it better," I finished, tears starting to swell up in my eyes.

"Baby," he began.

"You know I'm right. How would you feel if something happened to your mom tonight? If those were the last words you'd ever said to her? I'd feel really bad about it. I did actually," I replied, wiping a tear from my eye.

"What do you mean 'you did'?"

"When my parents died, we had just left this party at my dad's work and I had been texting my friend, Janelle, and she was having a party that night and I wanted to go and I asked my mom and she said I couldn't because it was family night. So I was pissed and I told her that I didn't care about family night or spending time with them and that I was sick of her and her constant controlling over me," I stopped.

I looked up to see a blurred view of Drew sitting across from me before I took a deep breath and continued.

"'I'm tired of this family!'" I paused, "those were the last words I ever said to my mom and I'll never be able to fix that. That is always going to be the memory she had of me! A selfish, immature, mean little brat!"

Drew stood up and headed to my side of the booth where he scooted beside me and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close.

"Listen. Your mom knew that you loved her and that's more important than some conversation you two had before everything happened," he spoke, smiling down at me.

"And you're right. I shouldn't be so hard on my mom. I don't have to kiss the ground she walks on or anything but I don't have to be so hard on her,"

I smiled up at him as he spoke before the waitress brought our pancakes to the table and Drew returned to his side or the booth.