Truthfully Lying

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∆ Chapter 10 ∆

I woke up in the middle of the night with my throat as dry as if I had wandered a desert for a week without any water. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth and I could feel every rough indentation of it.

Barefoot, I made my way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. The floor felt colder than usual causing goosebumps to run down my arm.

I stopped before reaching the fridge when I saw a shadow forming the shape of a figure. The room was completely incased with darkness, so at first I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me but when my fingers gingerly flicked the lights on I knew I hadn't been mistaken.

There, in front of the stove, stood a woman with beautiful black hair that flowed to just above her waist. She was wearing a white dress that seemed to glow with an unnatural brilliance.

My heart squeezed tightly and I didn't know why until she turned around with a mock dissaproving face.

"Evangeline Sanders, what have I told you about walking around the house barefoot?"

"MOM!" I yelled, running into her arms like a child that'd been lost at the mall and had finally been reunited with his or her parent.

I wrapped my arms around her waist tightly, not wanting her to slip away, and buried my head in her chest.

I could hear her angelic laugh, "Someone's being very affectionate right now. Do you need something?"

"I don't need anything," I pulled away to look at her, surprised by her words, "I just miss you."

"Oh honey, I didn't mean it in a bad way. It was suppose to be a joke. I remember when you were younger how you always use to shower your dad with kisses and hugs when ever you wanted him to take you somewhere or let you do something you'd thought he'd object to." The smile on her face was reminiscent, "you always had him wrapped around your finger, from the second that you were born."

I could feel the tears pooling behind my eyes, and the grief buried in my chest at the thought of my dad.

"Where is he?" I asked with some hesitancy, not knowing if I wanted an answer.

"Where's who?" A masculine voice suddenly materialized from behind me. My neck snapped so fast to the side I almost got whiplash.

This time there were no words spoken, my throat was so constricted with overwhelming feelings of first seeing my mom, and now my dad. That's why I just flung myself at him, catapulting like a cannonball.

Once in the comfort of my dads arms I couldn't hold it in any longer. Finally, like a waterfall, my tears began flowing out of me.

I must say it wasn't pretty, there were whale-sounding noises involved, a drippy nose, and tear stained shirts, but I loved every second of it.

"Alright you two, come sit down, I just finished making some tea," I realized my mom had previously been standing at the stove boiling water.

The three of us sat at the kitchen's island counter, with me in the middle so I could be near both my parents.

"I'm so happy you guys are back." I felt myself smile, exposing my pearly whites.

My mom began to smooth down my hair with her hand and changed the subject, "How are you?"