You're Not Enough

Chapter 66

"Well, someone was sleepy!" My mother says as I walk out of my room, still rubbing my eyes. She is sitting on the couch with a coffee cup in her hands.

"What time is it?" I ask her.

"11:30"

Even though it's 11:30 and I'm still so tired, I was on the phone all night with Caleb, till almost five in the morning; the sun was coming up when we got off the phone.

"Long night?" she asks.

I walk over and sit beside her on the large couch. "No." I run my fingers through my hair. She looks at me like she doesn't believe me; I try not to look straight at her; I look everywhere else but not at her. "Wheres, dad?" I ask, trying to say something before she questions me.

"With Josiah."

"Where did they go?"

"To look at condos." She takes another sip of her tea.

"Why?"

"Well, you know, Josiah is a realtor." No, I didn't know that. "I think he's trying to buy more property out here."

"So, why did dad go with him?" I specify my question.

She sips more of her coffee. "Well, Josiah already has property here; yesterday at dinner, he mentioned having like eight penthouses, five of which he's looking to sell, and your father and I are thinking about buying one from him." she takes another sip.

"What?" Why would they be looking to buy a penthouse here when they already bought a house in Los Angeles, which they have yet to come clean about.

"Not to live here, at least not right now. Of course, we would let you finish high school first, and then we would move here. If we even move here. Nothing has been decided yet. Your father just wanted to go look at some of Josiah's property."

"Have you guys looked at places anywhere else or bought a place anywhere else?" I ask, trying to hint around the fact that I know about the house in LA.

"No, we've only looked here. Oh, and DC. But we haven't bought anything. We're just looking right now." She says.

"Mhm." I turn my head and look out the balcony. It doesn't seem like she is lying. Maybe she is, and she's just good at it. Or maybe my dad bought that house without telling her? But why would he do that?

"Oh, I've been meaning to ask you." She sits her coffee down on the table and turns to me, sliding a little closer. She grabs both of my hands and sits them in her lap. "How have you been feeling?" she asks. "You know, now that you're taking the medication."

"Good." I simply say.

She narrows her eyes at me again as if she doesn't believe me. "Good?" she questions. I nod my head. "So no nausea, no numbness, no tingling, no headache, no drowsiness, no dizziness, no excessive irritation."

"Someone has been doing their research," I smirk.

She nods her head rapidly. "Yes, yes, I have, your father and me both. We heard you when you told us how the medication made you feel last time. I know it may have seemed like we weren't listening, but we were. Before we decided to put you on medication, we did a lot, I mean a lot of research." her eyes widen.

"Why?"

"Because we want to be more attentive to you, we want to make sure that the medication isn't doing more harm than good to you." I look down at her hand as she rubs across my hand with her thumb. "It's going to be different this time. I promise," she says.

"Okay," I say, believing her. I believe them this time. I see the look in my mother's eyes. I know she beats herself up over my actions. I don't want her to blame herself; none of it is her fault or my father's fault. Everything that happened is on me. It isn't solely on them. She takes his hands off of mine and wipes the tears from her cheeks. "Well, I don't suppose you want to join Evelyn and me at the hotel's spa for mani-pedis and facials."