Loyalty {EDITING}

Chapter 22 - My Parents

Chapter 22 - My Parents

The whole ride I was really nervous and I could tell that David could tell because he would stroke my hand. It would work a little but not much so he gave up. I rarely see them? What if they are crazy? Or obnoxious? I mean, last time I seen them it was for an extremely short time and they were basically giving me the cold shoulder. I mean if they are better now, should I even forgive them? I have no clue what to do. I don't even know what they want. It's just nerve-wracking trying to figure out what they want.

Then again, maybe Byron was right. Maybe they are coming here to train me then leave. Maybe I will never see them again. Maybe they want to apologize. I don't know. I guess I will have to wait for when I get there but-

Before I even get to finish that thought, we pull up. David tries to pay the taxi driver, but I shove his hand away and pay myself. I don't do that shit. I'm a big girl and can take care of myself. I can basically feel his eyes rolling from my 'obstinance'. He always calls me that. David gets our stuff and I wait for him. I take his free hand in mine because he is the only one that can even come close to calming my nerves.

After I finish opening the door, I take a deep breathe then enter out house. When I get to the living room, the sight is very surprising.

A very serious and determined Byron is sitting on the reclining love seat with his right hand in a fist and his head leaning on it by his chin. My parents look extremely nervous. They are fiddling with their fingers. Especially my mom. My mother is trying to calm her but you can tell he is just as nervous. They seem to be having a serious conversation. I'm only guessing when I say I think it's about me.

I clear my throat to put them out of their misery. My parents shoot out of their seats and come to hug me. I let go of David's comforting hand and let it happen. It is one of those awkward hugs you give someone when you knew them from their past but you secretly never liked them. But hopefully my parents didn't secretly not like me.

"Hello Brianna. You have grown up into a beautiful young lady for sure. How have you been sweetheart." Braxton Wilson A.K.A. my father says to me.

"I am doing well for someone who has just found out basically everyone she trusted kept the biggest secrets of her FUCKING life from her... I'm fine." I start of lowly then I get loud and angry and say the last part quietly. I see my parents cringe at my words but in my opinion they fucking deserved them.

"I know, baby girl. We came here to explain everything to you and tell you how sorry we are." Tamara Wilson A.K.A. my mother says to me. When she says this to me she speaks softly and tucks my hair behind my ear and rubs my head motherly. I close my eyes and savor the motherly sensation that I always wanted.

She has such an angelic soft voice. My mom of a caramel color and my father is slightly darker. My mother is very beautiful and a few inches taller than me. Her voice is so assuring it makes me feel like everything will be fine.

"You promise, mommy?" I ask her sounding like a little kid and holding her tight. I hear he breathe a sigh of relief and I feel her nod and mumble a 'anything for my baby girl'. I can't believe this is happening. i back up a little still holding her but look her straight in her eyes and see happiness and relief. "Thank you, mommy." Then I hug her again. I hear her sniffle a little and I feel tears running down my cheeks and I know we are both crying.

We pull apart and chuckle at each other's facial expression and wipe each other's tears at the same time. I can get used to this.

I turn around to check on David and I see him staring at me in awe. What is wrong with that man? He has been looking at me like that a lot lately.