With Her

Chapter 7

  "Questions?" I said.
  "Yes. You see. We were called here because this woman's daughter went missing. She said you are the kidnapper." He responded.

He was a tall young man. Probably in his early 20'ies. 22 or 23. He was one of those "doughnut stereotypical" type of cop. He had a coffee and pencil and paper in his hands.

  "But obviously she's back. Do you know where and why she was missing?" He asked.
  "Can I ask you a question." I asked.
  "Of course." He replied.
  "If today was the first day y'all were called. Why would it have been today? I mean she knew her son was coming home. She knows we are moving in a few weeks. And so is Kalia's brother. She knew her daughter wasn't kidnapped. Her mother doesn't approve of us as a couple." I said.
  "What do you mean?" He asked.
  "You see, Kalia, She's my girlfriend. Her mom has the whole house besides her brother, against her. Well about two weeks ago, I was coming over to pick Kalia up for our date. And I hear screaming." I started.

  "Fuck off, Mom!" Brent screamed.
  "Brent. Stop it, your making a scene." She said.
  "A scene! How's this for a scene. I'm gay! And I'm tired of hiding it. The reason I protected my sister from you, and took your hits for her, is because I'm in her shoes. The whole time you screamed at her. I felt it. I fucking felt it!" Brent screamed.

I ran towards them. His mom was so close to slapping him. I pushed her out of the way. Grabbing Brent. "What the fuck is wrong with you!" I said. "Excuse me! My son just screamed at me and your scolding me!" She yelled. "Yes I am! You ever lay a hand on him and I will personally cut that hand off. You will not touch my family." I yelled. "Your family." She laughed. "I gave birth to them." She added. "That's not what family is.." Kalia walked out side. "It doesn't matter if you gave birth to us or not. Family is the most important people around you. Me and Brent. We aren't your family. We're Emi's family. Emi is more of a family member than you were ever a mother. Don't ever call us your children. Because child is family. And we aren't your family. As soon as I can, I'm getting a restraining order against you." Kalia said as she walked towards the truck. "Follow her." I said. "Kalia!" Her mom yelled.

Kalia, Brent and I got into the truck. And pulled off.
"We'll put y'alls things in the storage unit and then go eat." I said. "Sounds good." Kalia said. "Can we go to Olive Garden?" Brent asked. "Sure. I don't mind Italian." I said. "Yea it's cool with me. But only if we can go get the GTR before we go out to eat." Kalia said looking over at me. "Yeah, I don't like driving the truck so I'm okay with that." I said.

The drive was quiet, Brent was texting, probably the boy from last night. "So, Brent." I said. He looked up with "the eyes". "Your gay?" I asked. He blushed, "I don't really want to be labeled. I don't see why I need to be labeled as gay or bi. Why can't I just be me?" He said. "If you don't want to be labeled then we aren't going to label you. You can just be Brent." I replied.

Once we got to the storage unit, it took almost 20 minutes to get everything unloaded. Then we went back home to get the GTR. Then out to eat. Once we got home, all was well.. very well.