Don't let go

The way home

Peter drove me home that day.

When he asked how my day was I choked and couldn't answer. I assumed early along he knew something was up, but then again, he probably thought it was just my many disorders scrambling my brain.

"That was a pretty spectacular kiss you gave to Zack Everson today." He attempted to lighten the mood.

"You saw that?!" I said alarmed, jumping in the passengers seat.

"Everyone saw it, Tiff."

"EVERYONE?!"

My head spins, remain calm. Do not get worked up... One.. Two..Three.. I counted up to ten in my mind, and took a relaxing breath.

"It's not a big deal. Don't freak out."

Change the subject. My mind called out.

"Weren't you supposed to stay after at study group tonight?" I questioned.

Peter was truly a great person. He was on the basketball team, had straight A's , and tutored other students.

"It got cancelled. Plus, I have a date."

I scoffed and flipped my pony tail.

"You have a date?"

"As a matter of fact, yes. I do."

"Who is she?"

"I can't tell you." His leafy eyes locked on the road.

"What do you mean you can't tell me? I know everyone in the school."

His shoulders shrugged.

"I just can't. She wants to keep it.. Discreet."

"Ugh fine." I crossed my arms while we enter the white gate of our house.

Thomas allowed us access into the living room.

My mother was dressed in tight blue jeans and a flowing white blouse, dangled gold earrings strapped into her ears. She dressed like a twenty one year old girl going to the club. She was focusing on the afternoon news.

"Hey kids, how was school?" She flicked the television off.

"Good. Got an A- on my algebra exam."

Without delay, Peter snatched a bag of salty potato chips out of the snack cupboard and chowed down on them.

My stomach slightly growled.

"Well that's great!" My mother says in the most perky tone you would ever hear.

"What about you, Tiffany?"

"Ok. I'm going to my room."

I marched up the wooden spiral stairs and turn to the right on the second floor.

The walls were painted with a buoyant lavender, the wooden floors were covered with ashen carpeted rug.

The ceiling was imbedded with glow in the dark stars I implanted when I was ten.

I removed my shoes and drug my toes onto the soft rug. My toe nails were professionally painted an aqua color with a pansy pink flower on my big toes.

My iPhone buzzed in my purse, I tugged it out and read my ten text messages.

Abby and Emily wanted to coordinate outfits tomorrow, Zack asked me how I was doing, and Lucy was wining about her problems to me, like I cared.

I laid in bed until Thomas called me down for dinner. Dinner.. I have to think of an excuse, quick.

My mother sat tall at the head of the table.

"Darling! Come sit! Thomas has prepared some lovely T-Bone steak."

I lingered on the lower stairs peaking my head out.

"I don't think so, mom. I have a big paper to work on-."

"Nonsense! Come sit down by me, sweetie!"

How could I say no?

I promptly sat down on the left side of my mother and pretend to eat the juicy, medium rare steak. I did take a few bites, enough to stop the stomach pain for tonight.

"Thomas! Can you please escort Peter down here?"

Before Thomas can reply, he jetted down the stairs in a fancy dark suit. Complimenting his dark hair and green eyes.

"Can't talk mom, going out." He raced past her, car keys jingling in the palm of his hand. He must have put gas in his car.

"Wait! Slow down Peter!"

His feet shifted as he turned. He knew better than to disobey our mother.

"What?!" He asked alarmed.

"Where do you think your going on such short notice?"

She placed her fork down next to her plate and listened.

"I have a date, mom." He stated like it was obvious.

"A date? With a girl!?" I couldn't determine if she was happy or concerned.

"No, mom. I'm going on a date with a rooster."

"Don't be a smart ass with me. You can go on your date, Peter. Next time make sure to ask me."

"Alright mom."

"Okay. Be back by ten! Make good decisions!"

"Bye." He closed the front door behind him.

"Who is this mystery girl?" My mother cuts her steak.

"I don't know, he doesn't tell me anything."

I crossed my arms and relaxed my back against the chair.

"Are you alright? You barley touched your stake. Do you have PMS?"

Sure. That works.

"Yeah. The cramps are unbearable, they dissolve my hunger." If only.

"Ok. Hey! Why don't we watch a movie tonight?"

"I don't know mom."

"Fine. I'm not asking, I'm telling. Why don't you get in your pajamas and come back down?"

Ugh. Why me?

"Fine."

I changed into my fuzzy pink pajama bottoms and a white tank top, brushing my hair and teeth, and twisting it up into a high pony.

When I came back down my mother was dismissing Thomas.

Three movies were laid out on the coffee table, along with a stack of cosmopolitan magazines.

I selected Twilight. I popped open the blu ray player and stuck the disk in.

Then the phone rang. The house phone on the kitchen counter next to the fruit bowl.

My mother answered in a business voice.

"Jeannine Foster." She stated her name.

I assumed it was a business call and ignored the conversation. Watching the old movie previews on the couch.

My mom touched my shoulder after she hung up, her hands were shaking. Black tears streamed down her face from her mascara.

"Mom? What's wrong?! Mom!"

She couldn't speak.

She was frozen.

She was broken.

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