Watty's 2019 !! - CURRENTLY UNDER EDITING (SLOWLY)
ORIGINALLY CALLED FINDING HOME (NOW SEQUEL'S TITLE)
When Paisley Evans moves from New Orleans, Louisiana to Oregon, Portland, can she fight the instinct she's grown to have to close herself off to o...
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"Here you guys go," Mama places our food and milkshakes in front of us.
"Thanks, Mama," Domenic and I chorus, him getting ready to dig in straight away.
"Eat up before it goes cold," she waves her hand in a 'don't mention it' gesture as she gives Ace a pat on the head.
Domenic doesn't hesitate to pick up his burger and start hoovering it down his throat followed by fries and a few sips of his milkshake. I pop a couple fries in my mouth, not really having an appetite.
I can't get the images of my mom and that man on the table out of my head. Even after talking to Domenic about what happened with the whole rumor those girls spread.
Every time I try to forget about it, it comes back ten times worse; like a movie on repeat in my head.
Domenic must notice that I'm not eating because he stops and cocks his head to the side, confused.
"What's wrong?" He puts his food down looking at me.
"I-" I start.
I want to tell him, of all people he's the one I want to confide in, but I can't seem to find the words without feeling sick to my stomach.
He notices my hesitance and shuffles in next to me on my side of the booth and grabs my hand. I look down at our hands before I look back at him. His eyes holding nothing but encouragement, worry, sincerity and genuine concern in them.
"I just found my mom..." I swallow. "On the dining room table with some guy" The words felt like sandpaper in my mouth. My eyes starting to sting with tears.
Dom's eyes widen in shock and he reels back blinking for a moment trying to wrap his head around it. Good luck because I still haven't.
"I'm so sorry Paisley," He pulls me into a tight hug, my head buried in his chest as the tears start to fall.
Sobs wreak havoc over my body, and I clutch Dom's shirt, my tears soaking through it.
I'm so thankful there's nobody else in here right now to be able to witness my breakdown. It's bad enough that Dom had to see it.
"Shh, it'll be okay. I got you. I know how you feel." He whispers into my ear rubbing circles into my back with one hand while the other holds my head in his chest.
But he doesn't know how I feel. He doesn't know what it's like to find your mom cheating with some guy behind your dad's back. Worse yet, he didn't find his mom on the dinner table doing the deed.
I wrap my arms around his waist accepting the comfort, and he pulls me closer and cradles me against him.
After I settled down and our food had long gone cold, did Dom finally let me go. He passed me some napkins and poured me a glass of water.
