Everything turns south as Eleanor Stevens moves ten hours away from her uppity rich family and into a house with her mother-like best friend, Addison and her boyfriend Brett. What happens when her secret crush and Brett's brother, Hunter is also inv...
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I put my car in park and stare at the black Range Rover in the driveway and stifle a groan. My parents are here. Like here, the place I use to get away from them. I grab my purse from the passenger seat and hop out of the car and slam the door. Now everyone knows I'm home. I walk up the walk out and open the door only to make eye contact with my criticizing parents. I can see it in their eyes, especially my mother's look of disdain.
"Mom, dad! What a surprise! What are you both doing here," I ask. I try to sound at least somewhat surprised and enthused that they're here.
"Well clearly we came to check in on you of course," my mother said matter of factly.
I wanted to roll my eyes at those words but I knew that would only cause me more trouble. Maybe they really were here to check on me, to see the progress I had made, to hopefully be proud of me. My father's disapproving looks told me otherwise.
"Eleanor, why don't the three of us talk privately," my father stated.
And with those nine words I knew hell was coming. I ushered both of my parents into my quaint room compared to the one I had at home. My parents step in wearily and I close the door quietly behind them; I walk straight to my bed knowing already this is going to be a long hellish talk.
"We want you to move back home," my mother starts. This isn't a surprise to me at all.
"And why exactly do you both want that," I question.
"Obviously, you are not on the track that we want you to be. You're in trouble all the time, or you're in the hospital. You have no care in the world about your actions and about the family reputation. And do not get me started about that Hunter kid, I thought we both made it very clear that after last summer the friendship was over," my father yells.
"Well father, for one I believe I am on the track that I want to be. I may not be becoming a lawyer, a doctor, or even a housewife like you both want me to, but I'm doing what I believe is the right course for my life. And secondly, I am not in trouble all the time like you suggest and I do most definitely care about my actions and their consequences. And Hunter isn't just 'some kid' and I told you last summer was entirely my fault," I say back confidently.
"Honey, we're just worried about you. I'm worried about you not finding someone suitable for you. I have a friend whose son lives out here, maybe I can set a meeting up for the both of you. Someone suitable for you," my mother puts in.
I grit my teeth at my mother's dig. Of course she thinks finding a husband is more important than a degree; I can hear her old saying about how finding my dad was more important than a degree and how her mother felt the same and her mother before her. Honestly, I always thought it was a bunch of bull-shark, but she was absolutely convinced that was the "right" way to live. But since my dad was here, I couldn't argue with her about this long lasting battle.
