Too much

Chapter 32

I groan when I wake up to my parents arguing downstairs. I guess last night wasn't a nightmare. . .

I was hoping to sleep in today to avoid the inevitable discussion I will have to have with each of my parents. My dad's going to yell at me for dating Harry, and my mom is going to explain why she's moving home. . . And if I will be going with her.

The thing is, since the moment I found out we were moving here up until about a month ago; I would have begged to go with her. Today, I'm extremely conflicted between what I would do if I was given the choice. I've actually grown to like it here. I've met many new people that are now my friends, and of course, I've met Harry. He's reason enough to want to stay, but I also don't want to let a guy affect my decision. As much as I love him, we're so young. God forbid anything happens to us, but what if something does? I'll regret staying here simply for him.

I don't even know if I will be going back with my mom, so I need to stop thinking about all of this before I lose it. This is all too complicated. Simply too much for me to handle.

Reluctantly, I get my butt out of bed and drag my feet to the bathroom for a shower. After washing my hair and body and shaving my legs, I let the warm water rinse over me for a good fifteen minutes before it begins to turn cold. My intention was to postpone going downstairs to face my parents as long as I could, but it's going to happen sooner or later.

"Morning." I mumble and pour myself a cup of coffee. I'm going to need all the energy I can get; especially after getting just a couple hours of sleep.

My parents stopped their heated conversation when I appeared in the room, and they just stared at me in silence until I sat down at the table with them.

"Did you sleep well?" My mom asks, and I can only think about how weird it is to be having a normal conversation with both my mom and dad here. It's been a month since mom moved out, and I can't deny that I miss having a nuclear family-despite my parents constant arguing leading up to the day she left.

"Not really." I say without looking at either of them.

"Addie, I'm sorry for the way I acted last night. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, I just worry about you." My dad says, his tone drastically calmer than last night. Definitely not what I was expecting when I came down here, but again; when has anything gone the way I had anticipated since I moved here?

I sip my coffee before replying. "It's fine."

"I'm not saying I agree with it, but I will allow you to see Harry. As long as you're keeping up with school work and following curfew, understood?" Hah! Like he was going to be able to keep me from him anyway.

"What?" My eyebrows knit together. Surely I heard him wrong.

"If you're happy and you believe Harry is a good guy, than I trust you." He nods.

"We trust you." My mom smiles.

"We also have to talk about what mom said last night-" my dad begins before my phone's obnoxious ringtone sounds.

"Sorry." I look at the phone to see Max is calling and I get confused. Why is he calling on a Sunday? "It'll be quick, I'll be right back." I excuse myself from the table and go up to my room for some privacy before answering.

"Max?"

"Hey Addie! Did you want to meet up and finish our project for bio? It's due Tuesday and I thought we could just get done with it today!" He beams over the phone.

Crap. I had forgotten all about that project. It might not have been so bad if Harry was my partner, but since Ms. Davis assigned it before Harry transferred into the class, I'm partners with Max.