I've Got You.

Chapter 2 : I Can Do It

I'm sorry, did the last chapter seem too descriptive? 

i'll make this better! promise

Just wait for the good parts to come..

Chapter 2

As I walked into the kitchen, i saw my mother waiting, perhaps for me. She did not look very happy either. She looked at me and narrowed her eyes.

"What do you think you're doing?" she asks. She looks..well definitely not happy. i take a deep beathe and mentally prepare myself. My mother is bipolar. And a perfectionist. And very controling. It's either her way or..well no other option. 

"I,uh,..what did i do?" I try to be as polite as i can to calm her down.

I don't think it works though..

"DON'T YOU DARE ACT INNOCENT". She says, rather loudly.

"Do you think YOU run this house?! I have told you millions of times that Chloe will come down for breakfast. And i also told you that Eric will NOT get his play game"

"I think you mean play stata" i interrupt. 

"I don't care! shut up and listen, i'm not dead. And till i'm not dead you don't call the shots around here. Do you understand Jean?" she says rather sternly.

"I just..didn't wanna wake you up unncessarily" i say weakly.

"whatever, go up and get dressed, Dad will be here any minute. And i dont want to hear him shout at ME for YOUR clothes. He has some work with you" 

I think my last line melted her a little.

Dont get me wrong, i like my parents. They're good parents but just not good individuals, not all the time. I just need to work around my mom's moods. She has her ups and downs, like everyone else

Except her moods just change rather quickly. And they are usually bad.

I quickly run up to my room, press play and get lost in another world. I think hot showers and coldplay go very, very well togthether. 

Forty-five minutes later, i go down wearing light blue jeans and a black sleevless top with a big burger on it, with my wet hair left open. I don't make the effort to dry it.

When i enter the living room, i see my Dad talking on the phone and my Mom texting one of her friends. There's no tension in the room, i feel relieved. As my Dad notices my entry, he lifts up his fingers, mouthing "2 minutes more" and goes back to his call.

My mother looks up and gives me a disappointed look. She never approves of what i wear. I roll my eyes and walk to the kitchen and grab a cupcake. As i re-enter the living room, my mother shoots me another one of her disapproving looks. She thinks i'm fat or i will be if i keep eating carelessly. 

i couldnt care less, and to annoy her further i eat the remaining of the cake in one bite, making an orgasmic face. She laughs but sighs looking back at the conversation on her phone.

I sit down far from both of them.

As soon as my Dad puts down his phone, he looks at me," So how are you this morning? I hope you're enjoying your summer break darling" I give him a reassuring smile.

My Dad, is one of those fathers who is extremely busy at work or rather keeps himself busy at work to avoid coming home to his broken marriage. But he loves his kids, no doubt. He spoils us a lot. MOstly it's because he can never give us enough time. 

"So, the reason i called you both is" he says, without looking at my mother," that we are soon going to have guests over". 

I see a flurry of panick on my mom's face which she covers very gracefully. Guests are never good. It means things will be out of control, and it's hard for my mom. I gulp and and break the silence "Um, why can't they stay at the guest house?" I can see a relief on my mother's face.

"Well, they cant. I have asked them to stay as long as they like. Jean don't you remember Travis? Travis McKenzie? His family is moving next doors, but you've the state of that place. So till their house isnt ready, they'll be living with us" And with that he gets up and starts moving. "Oh i almost forgot, they're coming next week but Travis is coming today. He'll be here in a couple of hours. Jean you better make him feel good or i will have to cancel your car" He winks at me and leaves the room.

I am paralysed with..shock. Travis McKenzie. Not again.