Silence Is The Biggest Plea

Chapter Six

I wish I could of said that night went on forever, that it was endless and we just lived in that exact moment forever, but that's not the truth. Tate dropped me at the front of my house an hour later, I could of sworn I was radiating with happiness.

"Think you'll manage okay, April?" He said to me in a formal voice through the open car window, like a limousine driver would.

"I think I will be just fine, Tate" I replied back just as formally.

"Well then, I suppose I should go"

"Suppose you should"

I leaned into the car window and gave him a small peck on the cheek.

Tate grinned.

"Cya April"

I stood there on the footpath staring down the road, watching Tate drive off until I could no longer see the car.

I walked towards the house, taking out the key. I wondered if mom was still awake and as I opened the door to find my mother standing there, staring at me.

"God! Don't do that!" I gasped in horror.

"Have a nice night?" She asked, she was smiling.

"Yeah it was nice. Think it was more of a late afternoon though"

"Why don't we go sit down?" She asked, smiling.

It was like a scene out of a horror movie where the mother acts extremely kind to the daughter before murdering her...Oh God. Tate was right, I was obsessed with death, wasn't I?

"Okay" I said a tad awkwardly, walking into the lounge and sitting into the black leather recliner.

My mother sat on the couch next to the recliner, she was staring at me with a smile on her face.

"It's scaring me a little how much you're smiling" I said honestly.

"So, I saw you were with a boy" Said my mother, beaming even more.

So that's what it was about, she wanted to know about Tate.

"Yes. I was with a boy" I sighed "His name is Tate"

"Tate?" Said my mother to herself "Well that's a... different name. What's he like?"

"I don't know...he's just a...a guy, he's probably the most down to earth person I've ever met...If I'm honest" I looked up to see my mom staring at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Oh nothing, nothing. So did you have a good night?"

"Yeah. Yeah I did"

Mom didn't say anything else after that so I assumed that was the end of the conversation, I began too get up...

"Oh! April wait!"

I turned around towards my mom "Yes?"

"I just wanted to say,"

Here it goes I thought, the whole "I'm so happy you're making friends speech".

"I'm so happy you've made a friend" Said my mom "I was so worried for a while, but I'm glad you've finally befriended someone. I think that we should invite Tate over for lunch tomorrow, ask him to come at around 12, if he can that is"

I stared at her in shock.

"Er...mom, Tate won't come he's...he's...busy"

"April. He's coming. End of story, and if not tomorrow then next weekend, I'll keep asking until he comes"

I groaned a little.

"Fine. I'll message him"

I walked away from the lounge room and upstairs towards my room where I then sent a message to Tate from my cell phone:

Hey. Mom wants you over for lunch tomorrow, she wants to meet you. She asked if you could come around at 12. Please say you're busy.

Tate replyed five minutes later:

Not a chance, I'm free. I'll see you at 12 tomorrow. ;)

I sighed, and yelled out from my room "HE SAID HE'S COMING TOMORROW"

"GREAT" Yelled back my mom.

"Fan-fricking-tastic" I muttered under my breath.

I lay back on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I didn't want my mom to meet Tate this early on. Right now, I wanted too keep him to myself...As cheesy as it sounds, he was one of the best things that had ever happened to me. I guess I was scared in a way too. Tate didn't know about the real me. The one that hadn't acted up since that night, but was just below the surface...waiting until it had another oppotunity to destroy me. What would he think if he found out? Would he be like the rest and abandon me?

*

The next day, I stood impatiently near the front door, checking out the window every few minutes. It was an understatment to say I was nervous that Tate was coming, I was a wreck. I had an image in my mind of what was already going to happen during the lunch which consisted of my mom telling Tate how I had never had friends before because of my depression but had finally been able to make one, him. I could just imagine the judgemental stare that would come from him as soon as he found out.

An Issue arised this morning when my mom asked me that I wear a dress for the occasion. I did own dresses but I never wore them, I think you could guess why, It revealed not only the scars on my wrist but also on my thighs. My mom didn't know about the scars on my thighs. So I wore my denim jacket over the yellow sundress my mom insisted I wear and I decided, even though the dress was long enough to hide the cuts, to be on the safe side and wear brown stockings under the dress.

I was just about too send Tate another text message begging him not to come when I heard a car park outside. I swung the front door open. Tate was parking on the side of the road. I put my cell phone in my jacket pocket and ran towards the car, towards him.

"Woah, April! I know you love me, but I didn't realise I was I was this irresistible! I've got you running towards me!"

"Please" I begged him "This is just going to be a boring lunch, surely you have better things too do?"

"Nope. I don't actually, surprisingly"

He reached out his right hand and held mine. And hesitantly on my behalf, walked towards the house.