Me and my Shadow | ✓

Chapter 22

"You haven't said anything the entire way home, Cecil." Eric said as we pulled into my driveway.

"I know, I just don't get it. He leaves right, and doesn't call or write or anything." I thought out loud.

"I know, but you can't keep living in the past. You need to try to reconcile what's left of this relationship or you will regret it when you get older." He urged, placing his hand over my knee.

"Why are you pushing this so hard?" I asked, suddenly interested in his motives.

"I'm not. I just want you to be happy." He reassured, leaning over the seat and giving me a deep kiss.

The kiss got intense after a couple of seconds and before I knew it, I was in Eric's lap battling him in a glorious round of tonsil hockey.

It would've been perfect, had it not of been for my mother suddenly tapping on the car window, startling us both.

I jumped off Eric's lap so fast that I hit my head on the roof of the car.

"Ow! Mom!" I yelled, getting out of the car.

"It's curfew time Cecil. Get your ass inside." She demanded.

"Bye Eric." I mumbled as I stomped inside the house.

"Goodnight Ms. Collins." Eric tried to say before she turned on her slippers and followed me inside.

I ran into my bedroom just in time to look out of my window. I watched as Eric pulled out of our driveway. Once he sped off into the night, my bedroom door opened.

"Mom, don't." I urged walking over to my closet.

"Are you at least being safe?" She asked, a glint of a smirk resting on her face.

I pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a tank top, then walked over to my dresser.

"Mom! We aren't having sex if that's what you're implying." I deadpanned as I opened my dresser and pulled out a clean pair of underwear.

"Well, how the heck am I supposed to know? I'm certainly not going to ask. I am, however, going to ask if you're being safe. No harm in that." She replied casually as she sat on the edge of my bed and started looking over her nails.

"Mom, I'm safer than safe because we aren't having sex. That's the safest you can get, trust me."

"Well good. My work as a parent here is done then. Now, tell me... is he a good kisser?" She urged with a smile.

"Mom! Out!" I demanded as I pointed to my bedroom door. I didn't feel like undergoing girl talk with my mom at that point. I had a lot going through my mind at the moment.

"Fine, I can take a hint." She got up and walked over to my bedroom door. "Just promise me you won't get too wrapped up in this boy. I like him but I still think he might be one of those bad boys you young girls are always talking about."

"Thanks mom, see ya." I walked over and shut the door in her face.

I let out a sigh and grabbed my clothes as I went to the bathroom to take a much needed hot shower.

I, for the life of me, cannot figure out why Eric was trying to help me get my relationship back with my dad. One thing I knew for sure was we were going to have a nice long talk about it, and soon. 

After my shower, I decided it was time to talk to Brody. I needed to figure out if he wanted to get to know our dad or not. He hasn't said much about anything and I don't want him to think that Michael only wants a relationship with me and not with him too.