Make Me Perfect

Chapter 28 - One Name

Awhile.

My mother might've thought it would only be a few days, but I proved her wrong. Five and a half months later, it was now mid May, and I hadn't set a foot into my old home.

To me, awhile had meant a long time. I hadn't heard from my mother, but of course there had been a few times where she'd call me, but I'd hesitantly hit the decline button. Sure, she had attempted to come to my school, but I had convinced the secretary to tell my mother I had packed up and moved away. I trusted her to do so, all because it was that woman whom I had grown close with over all the years. Considering, of course, she had been the only one in my life that was willing to talk about my father.

I hadn't heard anything from my siblings, however, I willed myself not to think about them. My last moments with them had been painful, and I had no intention of reliving them.

"Another day at old Vincent Massey," Aiden said with a sigh as he slung his arm over my shoulder.

I snapped out of my daydream, lifting Aiden's arm off of my body. He smirked at my action, but I simply ignored it as I turned into our next class.

"What are you doing after school?" he asked, dropping his books onto a desk in the back of the room.

I slid into the spot beside him and sighed, "I promised Liana I'd go to the library with her. She's fixed on helping the community."

"What do you have to do?" Aiden asked with a slight smirk.

I glared at him, "Something about handing out old books to the children's hospital or something," I shrugged as I flipped open my textbook.

He laughed, running a hand through his messy brown hair, "I can't believe you've been living with her for six months."

"Five and a half," I corrected him instantly, not taking my eyes off of my history notes.

Aiden fell silent, and I could feel his eyes pouring into the side of my head. "Your mother came over yesterday," he blurted, not even pausing once.

I looked at him, staring into his eyes to make sure he wasn't kidding. "To your house?" I whispered.

He rolled his eyes, "No, to my spaceship."

I narrowed my eyes on him and slammed my textbook shut. "This isn't funny, AJ," I snapped, leaning towards him as if to block out everyone else from listening. "Is she okay? Were Preston and Pamela with her?"

Aiden smiled, obviously enjoying my curiousity. He shrugged, "They weren't, and yea, she seemed fine. I did hear her mention that Preston made the football team." Aiden stopped to grin, "She also said that Pamela joined gymnastics."

I couldn't help but smile at the news on my siblings. Preston was eleven now, as his birthday had been two months ago. My heart ached at the thought. That day had been a Sunday, and I had spent the entire day lying in my bed at Liana's house, glancing over my pictures and wondering if I should call him. I didn't, of course, knowing that my mother would easily find me if I had done so.

I ditched the thought and looked back up at Aiden. "What about my mother?" I asked slowly.

He shook his head, "She seemed okay, however her voice seems to constantly waver when she speaks. She never mentioned you. It almost seemed like it was too painful to do so."

I bit my lip, "I can't go back."

Aiden nodded, "I know." He leaned forwards and kissed my top lip quickly before taking out his books. The class began, but I wasn't listening to the teacher as she explained the lesson. I was thinking about my family, about my mother and my brother and sister.