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Chapter 11: So what do you think of my parents?

Ivory

    He was going to kiss me! The boy I have hated most of my life, I was going to let him to kiss me. I wanted him to kiss me. I don't know why but I really wanted him to kiss me. But unfortunately I have never kissed anyone. So if he did kiss me, I wouldn't have any idea what to do. I never even got close to having a boyfriend. My dad was always too controlling. He said if he ever saw me with a boy that he would kick me out of the house. Extreme, I know.

    We are all sitting at the table. Declan is on my right, in front of me is Mrs. Alexander and her husband was right in front of Declan. We all had our plates filled with food. Declan and his dad been talking about the business that his dad owns.

    "Oh, would you two shut up? We have a guest and you two are talking about stupid cars. I want to get to know this pretty lady," Mrs. Alexander says to the guys and turn to me.

    "Is there any school you want to go to?"

    "I would love to go to any college at all. I never saw myself going to college. Well I never saw myself having dinner with Declan's parents, that's for sure," They smile at me. Declan hand finds mine from under the table. I have never seen myself being with anyone before let alone Declan. I used to think his perfect face was too perfect. But now I just want to get lost in the color of his eyes. His eyes are the only earth that the word 'love' could even exist for someone like me. I have been blamed for something that was not my fault. I don't know what love feels like but I know what it looks like. I have always thought the word 'like' is weird when you are talking about the way you feel for someone. It's, to me, all or nothing type of thing.

    "Well, I got pregnant before I could go to school right away. I did, just a little later than normal. It's never too late. I had to live that the hard way. I did my best when I was raising two kids while my husband was at one of his three jobs. We have always been tight on money. The kitchen was a birthday present from my family.

They didn't like the idea of me marrying an Irish man. We had college money saved up for Declan but then Soph got sick. We had to use it for her medical bills. Declan didn't mind at all. It was his idea in the first place. He's such a good boy," She says with a sweet look at Declan. I wish my mom looked at me like that and not like she's disappointed in me. I don't doubt that she loves me but she's scared of him so she acts like it. Or she really just hates me like my dad. I may never know.

    I feel Declan squeeze my hand to get my attention. I look at him than at his parents. They're not at their seats. The plates are gone. I hear talking and dishes clinking together.

    "You kinda zoned out there for a second, you in there?" Declan asks as he taps my forehead.

    "I don't think I am. I may need a good game of operation done on me to just make sure," I tell him in my best doctor voice. He rolls his eyes. He begins to try and kiss me again.

"I think we should not do this when your parents are in the next room. We've already tried that," I say when he's an inch from my face.

"I hate it when your right," He says and pulls back. I can finally breathe.

"I'm going to help them. Get ready because when I'm done, we're going to my house. Fun!" I say in a sarcastic way.

He laughs, gives me a kiss on my forehead, and heads up to his room. I watch him go up the stairs two at a time. I smile to myself. I can be happy for the first time in my life, I can happy without faking it. I hear what sounds like glass shatter that takes me from my thoughts. I ran to the kitchen. The dining room was just a cute wooden table and wooden chairs. But the kitchen was a whole different story. It was all steal.