10 More Days With You (REWRITING)

Chapter 5: Larissa Thatcher

Leah stormed in the door, looking furious.

I stood up. "What do you think of them? I met Ms. Davidson a few days ago and she told me she had a son-"

"I'm never talking to that god-awful boy again." Leah growled, and stomped up the stairs to her bedroom.

I was afraid this would happen. I had met Mona Davidson a few days ago in Queen Beans, the local, and amazing, cafe. I was telling her about the gigantic apple fritters from Hank's Pastries.

"Yes, that sounds good. Hunter loves apple fritters." Mona had said.

"Hunter?" I asked.

"Hunter's my son, he's in Leah's grade I believe."

"Ah," A new friend for Leah. She could use some time away from the kids she usually hangs out with. Being friends with a sarcastic, depressed teenager who dresses so darkly all of the time was not very good for her. "Maybe we should introduce them sometime."

"That would be lovely," Mona said. "Hunter needs a friend. He's a good kid. He's just in a lot of pain."

"My daughter has leukemia," I said. "She's in quite some pain as well."

"It's a different kind of pain," She muttered. "Anyway, I think introducing them is a great idea."

I needed to make a phone call. I called Mona's cell. The phone rung three times, and then Mona picked up.

"Hello Mona!"

"Oh, hello Larissa!"

"How are you?"

"I'm good thanks, how are you?"

"I'm good."

"Oh that's good."

"I just wanted to call and talk to you about your son. Leah went over a couple of minutes ago."

"Your daughter came over a couple of minutes ago?"

"Yes, she did. She was quite upset, actually. I think Hunter was quite rude to her."

"Oh was he?" Her tone became angry, but not at me. Perhaps Hunter was with her.

"Yes. I think he really hurt Leah, but I don't know the conversation they had. She just came home and said she was never talking to him again."

"Well I'll definitely talk to him about that. I'm very sorry."

"Okay. Have a good night."

"You too. Bye."

"Bye." And we both hung up.

I don't think Leah will like what I've done, but it is for the best. One day she'll understand. One day she'll thank me.

But until she does......

She gets whatever the hell she wants.