Tough Love

Chapter 16

Edit of Chapter 16

This is INCREDIBLE! I wrote about 5,000 words, about 11 pages on Microsoft word, for this chapter! I think that's the longest chapter I've ever written! I hope this makes up for the lateness of the last update. MORE HOLDEN! Yay! Please tell me what you think and I hope this chapter is long enough on this. Enjoy and don't forget to comment, vote, and fan!!!! 

And I just went through a round of editing. There still might be mistakes so bare with me there!

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Chapter 16-

Friday.

Today was Friday, the day Dom was going to arrive. Yeah, he'd probably arrive late at night and be dead tired from that two-nights-no-sleep craziness, but he'd be in Boston. I couldn't help but feel extremely excited, although I'm not sure why. All the while I was getting dressed, I was doing some crazy little happy dance.

I quickly brushed my teeth and hair. While I was pulling my sweater on hastily, I picked up the slightest of voices conversing fiercely but quietly. I crept down the hallway. As I was passing my parent's bedroom door, I soon realized it was their voices. I pressed my ear to their door, trying to hear what they were saying. It felt like I've been eavesdropping a lot on their arguments. When I thought about it, I couldn't help but feel guilt and remorse.

"No mate, no eyesight. What if putting her in the public schools is no help on finding her mate? What if we don't find him in time for Emily to have her full eyesight? That'll kill her. She's been so depressed these past few days..." Dad said, and I could hear his light footsteps as he paced, the sadness in his voice. "I know, I know." Mom said warily. I could imagine her faced etched with worry lines right about now.

And how did he know I was depressed? Yeah, I’ve been feeling depressed this past week... But I hadn't known it looked so obvious.

They kept talking, but I didn't want to hear the rest. Slowly and quietly, I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. In the slowest process I could possibly muster up, I made pancakes that leaned slightly towards a vanilla flavor. As I placed my second and last pancake on my plate, I heard my parent's bedroom door close. I'd tell them about finding my mate, I thought. Just not his name or the rejection part. They'd go crazy in happiness, sadness, and probably embarrassment too. I heard them both shuffling down the stairs now.

I sat down in the chair and reached for the Nutella chocolate hazelnut spread.  I plopped down a huge scoop onto my pancake before spreading. Now Mom and Dad had entered the kitchen. I picked up my pancake and took a bite, trying to act innocent and nonchalant, like I hadn't even heard their argument. When I looked up, I saw Mom and Dad look at me with small smiles. "I'm glad you're starting to eat, kiddo." Dad said.

"What are you eating anyway? I haven't made any breakfast for you yet..." Mom asked as she started to brew some coffee. "I made pancakes and spread Nutella on them. Want a bite?" I asked, holding out the pancake. "No thanks."

"No, really. It doesn't taste bad." I insisted. "I'm not feeling so hungry." Mom said. I looked at Dad who laughed and shook his head.

"Suit yourselves." I murmured before taking a bite of the vanilla pancake chocolaty goodness. "Anyway, we'll be going to the Webster's house tonight since we hadn't made it the other time." I was paying attention to my food rather than Mom's words, but when I heard the name 'Webster', I choked on my food.

"What?" I spat out once I regained composure. "We'll be going to the Webster's tonight for dinner..." Mom repeated slowly, looking at me as if I might break any second.