Milly's Wrath

{Part Twelve}

Expecting it to be his parents, my first question was how do we cover this up. I tried to get up, but was still restrained by him.

"What the fuck? Your mom is coming in!"

"Trust me, she isn't."

"You Dad isn't any better."

"He's not either."

I was beyond confused. Before I could even ask him anything else, the door opened and I heard a deep male voice. The voice seemed oblivious to us, probably on the phone, as it began to fade.

"Aye!" Anthony said, making me left my knee to hit him as he laughed. "Come here, bro!"

Bro? This dude has a brother?

"Can you let me go now?" I asked.

"Yeah." He stood up, lending a hand to help  me up. I dusted myself off, removing all lint and grim my shorts managed to collect in our time on the carpet. "Come on." He grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen, where I guess his brother was. Well, I guess they're brothers.

Give me a second- I always thought he was an only child.

"Bro," The dude said as they began to do some dap with their hands.  He then looked me up and down, and suddenly my outfit seemed too revealing- an emotion I never experienced. But I was glad it was his brother and not his parents, because I doubt this would be the best looking situation for either of us. "Who is this."

"This is my girlfriend, Autumn." Anthony said.

"Milly." I interjected him.

"Nice to meet you." He grabbed a water bottle from the refrigerator and then went back to the door. "Clean up whatever you mess up." And he left.

"You almost shitted yourself." Anthony said to me, taking two more bottles form the refrigerator.

"Well sorry for not wanting your parents to see you under me." I responded, trailing him back up the stairs.

"It's not like we were fucking."

"They wouldn't of known that."

"My parents never get home before ten. I don't care what day- it never happens."

"Why?" I sat in my previous position on his bed as I sipped from the water bottle. Water never tasted so good to me before now.

"Work. Probably. And if they are here they argue for a good hour or two." He angrily shook his head and plopped next to me, quickly pulling me in his lap. He laid his head on my chest and I rubbed the curls of his head, Whether he said the words or not, I knew it hurt him to never have his parents here.

"I'm sorry about that." I murmured to him, kissing his forehead.

"It's cool."

~

We stayed at his house until the end of the school day and then went to pick up my car. But even then, I decided against staying at the house and we rode around in his car until nine. We didn't really do anything but talk. He told me more about his brother, Kennedy, and I found out he's nineteen and attending a community college up North a little. I told him about my conflicting without the envelope upon his request. 

I knew this envelope answered every question I've ever heard. Why was I in foster care? Who are my parents? What do they look like? Who do I look like? Where are they now? But my main question at that moment was do I really want to know any of this?

"I'll be with you you know." Anthony told me. "If you want."

At this moment we were sitting in my driveway. No one was home yet, and the last thing I wanted was to be alone with my nerves hammered up like this.