Alex's POV
The sun is shining through the window. I open my eyes and find myself in an unfamiliar surrounding. I start to get scared and then I remember last night. All the memories come rushing back. I calm down and lay back down. I just lay there for a few minutes thinking. I look over at the clock. It's 9:30 am. I should probably go back home. I get out bed and get my shoes on. Then I make the bed and leave the bedroom. I walk down the stairs to see Patrick in the kitchen making breakfast.
"Good morning," he says with a smile. "did you sleep well?"
"Yeah. Thank you again for letting me stay here last night."
"It was no problem. You hungry? I'm almost finished making breakfast."
"Yes, I'm starving!" I say and he gives a small laugh "What's for breakfast?"
"Pancakes, bacon and eggs."
"It all smells wonderful." I said. My mouth had begun to water. The scents were intoxicating. I tried to remember the last time I had a nice homemade breakfast like this. It was so long ago. before my mom met her psychotic boyfriend. I'll admit he's pretty cool when he's not drinking, but that's a side we hardly see anymore.
Patrick walks over and sets the food down on the table. It all looks so amazing and it tasted even better.
"You're a great cook." I told him. "I'm gonna have to get this pancake recipe. I could eat these things for the rest of my life."
He laughs "Well, it's an old recipe that has been my family for generations." He says as he points toward the counter. I look to see what he's pointing at. It's empty pancake batter box. I laugh a little.
We finish off breakfast and I help him wash the dishes. Once everything is cleaned up I look at the time. It's almost 11.
"I should probably start heading home."
"Okay, just give me a couple minutes to get dressed and I'll drive you home." he smiles at me.
Five minutes later were on our way to my house.
He pulls into my driveway. I turn to him and thank him again.
"If you ever need somewhere to stay don't hesitate to call me."
I smile at him "okay. I guess I will see you later then."
"Yeah, see you later." he says and I get out of his car and go inside me house where I'm greeted with angry faces.
"Where have you been?" my mom asks.
"I spent the night at a friends house."
"And you didn't think to tell us first?" said Jason, my moms boyfriend.
"Well I thought you already knew, considering the fact that you did kick me out last night."
My mom glares at me "If he kicked you out then why did you come back?"
I never expected my mother to say that. My heart feels like it's been stabbed a thousand times by a rusty spoon. I don't let my emotions show. I keep a straight face.
"What are you saying? Did you not want me to come back?" I'm surprised at myself that I was able to keep such a level tone.
"No, I didn't. You're 19 it's time for you to leave." She says.
My heart just shattered into a million pieces.
I glare "I will go get my things." I start down the hallway. She stops me.
"Already done." she say as she kicks a couple bags to me. I pick up the bags and I'm about to walk out the door when she decides to add onto my misery.
