Happily ever hookup. (Book #2)

20 "I didn't have a life"

I stand for a good twenty minutes starting up at the hotel that my mother currently resides in, it's raining out and I'm soaked through but I can't force my feet to move no matter how hard I try.

It amuses me that she actually had the audacity to ask my Aunt Karen if she could stay at the house for a few days but thankfully she rejected her. It's not just that it's her home now, she pays rent for it after all and my mom's name was never added to the lease after my dad's parents left it to him when they passed away, Aunt Karen just can't stand her, which is understandable.

I had rummaged through the trash to find the tiny piece of paper my mother had given Hunter with her phone number on and text her earlier today to tell her I wanted to speak with her.

I'd hate to have seen her face because I know she'll be full of false hope right now but I'm not here to make up with her. I could happily go the rest of my life not speaking to her and it wouldn't affect me one bit.

Hunters damp hoodie I'm wearing smells like him and I'm starting to regret not asking him to come, but I really do think this is something I should do by myself.

I pull the collar up to my nose and inhale his scent, I don't care if the Hoodie is older than our relationship when it gets too tattered to be worn, this baby is getting framed.

I love the new hoodie Hunter bought me, but I still prefer this one.

My phone beeps signalling two texts, one straight after the other.

The first one is from Tara asking me how things are going and I quickly type out a reply to tell her I haven't grown the balls to go in yet.

The second is her. My mom. The woman that is probably less than two minutes walk away from me.

4.57pm Unknown:

Did you change your mind about coming sweetheart? I understand if you did, but just know I would really like to see you. Love you!

Her text almost makes me vomit and I roll my eyes, the bitch doesn't love anyone but herself.

I quickly type out a reply saying I won't be long and pocket my phone again.

Hunter has been texting me all day, encouraging me, complimenting me and being typical Hunter, he knows how to distract me from drama and I love that about him.

Keeping Hunter in mind, I take a deep breath and walk into the small hotel lobby.

I look for a sign that points me in the direction of the bar, my insides twisting and turning as I think about coming face to face with the woman who abandoned me almost four years ago.

I have no idea how this is going to go but I do know I need a really strong drink.

I order a scotch on the rocks and sit down at a nearby table, taking Hunters Hoodie off in the process. I catch sight of my mother at the other end of the bar and my heart leaps into my mouth.

She looks exactly how I remember, her hair is longer and fuller and her lips are painted a deep red, which is so not her usual style, but she still looks the same. I don't know what I was expecting really.

As if on cue, she looks over at me and smiles and for a tiny, split second, I want to run into her arms and hug her so tight that I'll forget about the last four years, the feeling soon passes though when her face flashes with guilt and reminds me of everything that she's done.

My heart picks up speed as she makes her way toward me, I vaguely hear the barman placing my drink on the table but I'm solely focused on her.

I don't even stand when she gets to me.