Change Me | CB

XVII

Monday Afternoon, 1st of November

Amaya

          Just like how it was when Christopher first brought me to his home, I only saw him when he brought me something to eat. We had occasional conversations and he'd taken me out shopping twice but ever since that incident, nothing has been the same. There's always been an uncomfortable tension between us.

          I've kept more distance from Christopher than what I used to. After the night of the incident, my wrists were slightly bruised and although I didn't fear Christopher, it did make me more cautious around him. I was more careful with what I said and how I spoke to him. I did but at the same time, didn't know what he was capable of and I genuinely didn't want to find out.

          I sighed, continuing to write an email in which was a reply to my boss. He'd asked me to make a report and I was letting him know that I'd be getting to it. My focus on my laptop was interrupted by the bedroom door opening. Expecting to see Christopher, I was more than shocked to see a woman who looked just like him, staring at me.

          She was honestly extremely beautiful and I could immediately see a resemblance between her and Christopher. I smiled, realising where Christopher got his good looks from. I noticed a streak of pink in her black hair as well as her high cheek bones in which Christopher also had. She gave me a confused look while my eyes trailed down to see a couple of bags at her sides, two of them being suit cases.

          "Who are you?" She questioned, I gave her a smile, standing up. This woman must definitely be Christopher's mother and I did not want to be disrespectful or make a bad impression.

          "Um hello, I'm Amaya. I'm uh, Christopher's acquaintance I guess. Nice to meet you." I said, to which she nodded, still a little confused. "Oh um, I must say you are really beautiful. I'm assuming that you're Christopher's mother and I see where he gets his good looks from. You truly are a stunning woman." I complimented, my smile growing as the woman in front of me smiled, a blush coating her cheeks.

          "Well hello Amaya, I'm Joyce and please, just call me Joyce, no 'ma'am' or nothin'. Also, aren't you just a sweetheart and yes, I am his mother. Unlike all the other women Christopher has in his house, you're much more respectful and kind. You are much more beautiful too." She complimented and I blushed as well. "So, why are you staying with Christopher. He didn't mention a woman staying over at his house and I'm assuming that y'all ain't romantically involved?" She questioned to which I shook my head.

          "If I'm being honest with you Joyce, I'm here to figure Christopher out. To bring out the real him. I don't believe that he is as mean as he makes himself out to be." I explained, a small smile on my face to which made his mother laugh.

          "Ah, good luck with that sweetheart. My son is real stubborn and well, you gon' have to work real hard to get through to him." She informed and I nodded, already knowing that information.

          "I know that but I'm prepared to deal with him." I sighed, shrugging my shoulders.

          "Aye ma' where you a-..." Christopher's voice trailed off as he stopped at the door of my room, seeing his mother and I speaking. "Oh, y'all met. Great." His voice was anything but pleased which caused his mother to lightly smack his arm.

          "Be kind, boy. You didn't tell me you had such a sweet girl living at your house." I smiled at the compliment while Christopher rolled his eyes.

          "Yeah sweet, sure. You forgot to mention annoying." I sighed at Christopher's choice of words but shook my head, ignoring them.

           "Don't be rude Chris! Anyways, I'm goin' to get settled in, I hope to see you around often." Joyce spoke, smiling at me. I smiled back before watching her turn and head to another room.

          "Your mother is so nice and pretty! You look exactly like her, oh my God, that's so cute!" I gushed, which made Christopher give me a disgusted look.

           "Yeah okay, I'm goin' now." He walked out, closing the door behind him.

          I giggled, heading back to the bed and sitting down as I thought about how much better it would be with Christopher's mother here. I'm sure he wouldn't be disrespectful with his mother here which would mean that I might be able to get closer to him. 

          From my experience with mothers, they sure love to talk about their children a lot which would most likely help me figure out a lot about Christopher's past and help me to understand what made him the way he is today.