The Letter

The Letter |Ch. 23

Jake gave Becka's mom directions to his house; where to turn right and where to turn left.

When we finally pulled into his driveway, Jake and I untied our seat-belts but stayed put in our seats, waiting for further instructions.

"Want me to talk to her, Jake? I'll explain the whole thing if you want. And try my best to keep her as calm as possible."

"Good luck," Jake sighed. "When my mom gets mad, it's best to stay out of her way."

On that note, we climbed out of the police car and walked up the front stairs, Becka's mom in front of us.

She knocked on the door three times with her knuckles and a few seconds later, Carol opened the door.

She gave us a curious look before eyeing Becka's mom, confusion evident in her expression.

When she looked past her shoulder to take a glimpse at her driveway, where she saw the patrol car, her eyebrows furrowed while she gave Jake and I death glares.

"What seems to be the problem, officer?," she asked.

"Mom, can we just step inside? This is going to take a lot of explaining."

Carol stared at her son hesitantly before nodding and turning around to lead the way to the kitchen, where we all sat down around the table.

Becka's mom explained to Carol what had happened to her car from the chase of her son for underage driving to setting the vehicle on fire and getting rid of the evidence.

Only once she was done telling her the story did Carol speak.

"And may I know why a police officer would help two teenagers get rid of their parent's car?" She was obviously furious.

"This 'officer' is the mother of a very good friend of mine," I spoke for the first time since we'd gotten there.

Carol brushed a hand through her hair and sighed.

"Well, you two are very lucky. What if it wasn't this lovely woman arresting you? Do you know how much money it would cost me to replace the airbags?! And the trouble you'd be in for driving, young man! What if this doesn't work out and the car is identified?! And now how am I going to go to work without a car?!"

Jake lowered his head, ashamed. I felt so guilty about all of this. He wouldn't be in so much trouble if it weren't for me. I should've said something about him driving underage.

If I wasn't here, and a part of his life, there would never have been a date to drive me to, therefore we wouldn't have been arrested.

Why do I always screw things up?

"Well, I better go. It was nice meeting you, ma'am. Bye Kat," Becka's mom said awkwardly before shaking Carol's hand.

She stood up from her chair and made her way to the door, leaving the house, while we sat there around the kitchen table, waiting for Jake's mom to say something.

"Kat, I think you should go home."

Jake's head shot up and he gave his mother a pleading look.

"Mom, please just let her stay? Punish me any other way you'd like! You can take away my phone, for all I care! But please let Kat stay over?"

He'd rather lose his phone. How sweet.

"Kat, sweetie, what about your parents? Don't you think they'd like to spend time with you and see their daughter?," she asked me.

I felt my eyes water and shook my head.

"I... uh, I don't really have parents."

"What are you talking about?" She gave me a confused look.