Unexpected

Chapter 2

I cruised silently along the road in my black ’67 Chevy Impala, my arm resting lightly on the rolled down window. Letting a deep sigh escape my lips, I made the last turn indicated on my GPS. The car turned smoothly onto the gravel road. I flicked off the radio and slowly pulled the car into a park.

               I am so not ready for this…

                I took a long breath in through my nose and exhaled slowly before stepping cautiously out of the car. I relaxed my shoulders, listening to the comforting sound of my heels clicking against the pebbles as I strolled to the front door. The trimmed hedges and bushes overlapped the greenest yard I have ever seen. Oh god.

                Here I go.

                I raised a shaking hand to the shiny red door and knocked.

               As I waited, my gaze drifted to peer at the front façade of the house. The brick house had many windows, and a peaceful white roof. My head snapped back into its normal position when my ears picked up the almost indiscernible sound of a doorknob turning.

               Plastering my best smile on my face, I braced myself to meet the parents of the boy I love. The door opened to reveal a frail, dark haired woman with strands of grey in her locks, maybe 2’ shorter than me. My eyes fell on hers and for an instant, I saw Rick.

               Her brown eyes were the same as his. There was not a single sliver of doubt in my mind that this was Rick’s mother. She greeted me with a smile.

               “Hi there. Can I help you?” she asked me. I swallowed hard.

               “Hello, are you Mrs. Kennedy?” I asked, already knowing the answer. Her head cocked slightly to the side.

               “Yes, I am” she said. A look of realization swept her features, and then her face fell into a solemn expression. “This is about Rick, isn’t it” she asked, a tear pushing to the brim of her bottom lid.

               “Somewhat. I felt the need to come, I mean, I really wanted to meet you,” I said quickly, hoping she wouldn’t slam the door in my face. Picking up her small wrinkly hand, she wiped the tear away with one finger, and stepped to the side.

               “Come on in,” she offered, gesturing to the homely living room, “make yourself at home.”

                I stepped inside and was immediately embraced in almost a replica of my house. It screamed rich.

                I soon spotted a caramel colored couch in a sitting room and sat awkwardly on top, wrapping my arms around my knees. Mrs. Kennedy walked over and sat on the same designed couch across from me.

               “So sweetheart, why did you want to meet me?” she asked me with a light smile. I crossed my legs and folded my hands on my lap.

                She seemed really nice.

               “Well… I’m Tiffany” I told her, expecting somewhat of a big reaction.

                To my surprise, I received a quizzical look.

               “And I’m Anna… What’s your point?”

                I hesitated.

               “Rick hasn’t mentioned me?” I asked hearing my voice slightly cracking.