Loving Him

Up All Night

Chapter Ten -

-Megan's Point of View-

"Stop it."

"Why? Does that piss you off?" I ask, continuing to poke his face. It's quite pokeable. Jay gives me a look that says 'either stop or I'll kill you'.

So I stop.

You can't blame me for being bored! We've been driving for an hour in complete and utter silence and it's eating me alive. I hate how my mother lives in Alabama. She decided when I moved out that she'd move to where her parents were from. I probably shouldn't be complaining though. The further away she is, the less I have to see her. Now I feel like I should get the award for the shittiest daughter.

"Which turn?" He asks me.

"Second right," I roll my eyes and stare out the window.

He does what I say and follows the road to my mother's house. "Will your grandfather be there?"

His question makes me look up to him and I want to curl up in a ball and hide away. "I hope so." The rest of the drive is silent again and we arrive at her driveway twenty minutes later.

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"Megan, Jay, welcome!" My mother beams up at us.

I uncomfortably hug her back while Jay, the supposedly perfect husband, takes our bags out of the car. "Hi mom,"

"Megan,"

"Sorry, hello mother," I correct myself.

We all walk to her ridiculously oversized kitchen. What is it and rich people and their need to have more than enough?

"So how are you both?" She asks us, but mostly Jay. My throat's actually pretty dry and I have a killer headache. Your presence makes me uncomfortable and I could really use an aspirin and a long, long rest without you, Jay or any other pretentious jerks.

"Fine," I say instead.

"She's not fine. She was sick just a couple hours ago that's why we're late on arrival," Jay cuts in for me. Pretentious jerk.

"Oh sweetheart, that's why your hair is like that. You should take a pill and drink plenty of water too. You look.. Dehydrated," she says, trying to sound like she's a loving mother but really only wants me to look like she is.

I do as she says anyway to avoid anymore conversation with the woman. "Mother, I'm gonna go upstairs and rest for a bit, is that okay?"

"Alright Megan, be down in an hour or so though because we have to catch up and please, for the love of god, fix your hair," she replies to me. I leave the two of them to it and walk to what should be my room if I wasn't sent away to be married to a pretentious jerk.

When I get to the overly decorated bedroom, I sit on the bed straight away. A moment to breathe would be good. I inhale and exhale for a while and shut my eyes. Not realizing I've fallen asleep, I dream of a boy taking his last few breaths. I'm grateful I'm still capable physically breathing. Seeing his face makes me content.

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-Jay's Point of View-

How the fuck did Megan put up with this woman? Not to be rude or anything but she's fucking annoying. I'm cursing like a teenage rebel right now, that's when you know I'm irritated.

"Oh and don't you just hate it when she mumbles? She sounds like she's been in a stroke and doesn't have the ability to speak properly anymore. I apologise for that, dear," Megan's mom, Sarah apologises.