In-between

chapter 15

Chapter 15
“How was your day?” I ask my mum as I plopped on the couch she was seated at.
“Oh it was a drug, he was a pain in the ass as usual, but I’ll get over it; how was yours?”She asked sipping on her hot chocolate I had handed her before I sat.
“Mine was mostly the same, but I run into Abby while we were having lunch with Naomi.” I shake my head the frown on my face a clear indicator that I hate her more than anything.
“I don’t know why you’re still friends with her, you know what she did.” My mum pouts her hand shaking with so much anger bottled inside her.
“She’s not my friend.” I simply answer too afraid to mention that she is dating the guy my mum adores.
“I don’t like her at all, from the moment I saw her I knew she was trouble, she forced you to go out with that Charlie guy in high school.” my mum grimaces as she thinks of all the pain and heartbreak she had dragged me through back in high school.
I just shrugged knowing that I am over all those dark times in my life after a lot of tears and self loathing, I’ve been through a lot in high school making me believe that I was not worth anything and that I was not suitable for any activity that involves guys or girls for that matter but later on knew that Abby has been spreading rumors.
“Well there are dozens of people like her in the world, doesn’t mean it’s the end of it, I learned that she was just another asshole the hard way but you don’t have to entertain the idea anymore because I don’t have any relationship  with her.” I tell my mum who was staring at me surprised that I didn’t explode at the mention of the devil itself.
“Honey, I know you have gotten good at dealing with things better but I still know you like the back of my hand and I know something’s bothering you, now I don’t know if you’re ready but the way you look sad when you think I don’t notice frightens me.” She whispers placing her steaming cup of hot chocolate on the coffee table.
“I don’t think I can hold it anymore mum, it’s been eating me alive and I can’t seem to find any explanation to it.” I say looking down at my mum’s hand that was tightly clasped in mine.
“Oh dear, why didn’t you tell me right away if you were struggling? I could’ve been of some help.” She scolds lightly her hands squeezing mine reassuringly.
“I didn’t think I was ready. It was an embarrassing moment for me and I sometimes wonder if the guy’s in our lives are meant to be these stupid assholes.” I grunt in anger as I thought of my sperm donor and nothing else.
“Don’t say that, you should be lucky they decided to leave on their own and not give us shit over it, guys are pigs’ Hun and you just have to make sure you keep your head above the water when it comes to them.”  She raises her eyebrows at me when I shake my head stubbornly.
“They’re frustrating.” I simply comment and my mum nods agreeing with me 100%.
“I have a crush on this guy, his name is Dylan and he’s an amazing guy mum or at least he was before his true color appeared but that’s not the point, he knows how I feel about him and he tortures me with it, he uses my feelings for him to get me to do things for him and I thought he was giving me attention but I realized that he has been using me all along since he is blinded by her love, he loves the girl more than life its self and it makes me look stupid running around being his little bitch while he enjoys his time with the girl he actually gives a fuck for.” I pause my rambling as I saw the frown that was placed on my mum’s face.
“What did he do?” she asked already disappointed at him.
“Let’s just say he made me look like the biggest fool.” I clear my throat as the knot tightened.
“After that I just came back but mum he didn’t even call, he doesn’t care and I’m stupid enough to fall for his antics, he is a douche, I know but nothing I come up with will make me stop loving him.” I inhale sharply mouth parting as I hesitate looking at her when I heard her take in a stunned breath.
“You love him?” I hear my mother’s surprised tone.
I just nod franticly like an idiot.
“Honey, I …I don’t know what to say to you, love…it’s a strong emotion and you can’t choose who you fall in love with but maybe you have mistaken it with something else, you’re still a teenager, you don’t know what that feels like maybe your jealous that he has this connection with this girl and wish you had that with him but that doesn’t mean you’re in love with him or maybe...” she tries to reason with me as she shifted on the couch to face me properly.
“I maybe young  but when someone consistently pops in your head and when all you think about is them it’s not some other emotion mum it’s what I feel inside this burning mind blowing gut wrenching feeling, don’t tell me that I don’t know love.” I sigh as I try to word the feelings burning at the pit of my stomach.
“So you love him but he doesn’t know?” She asked curiously.
“He wouldn’t care in the slightest he’s hung up on Emma to even notice and it kills Me.” my voice is strained like I’m desperate to get all this emotions off my chest.
“Oh honey,” My mother gulps, expecting me to break into tears any minute now.
I sigh as I lay down on the couch my head resting on my mum’s lap; she reaches down and started massaging my scalp lightly, her soft voice remanding me that I’m pretty, smart and I could get any guy I want and that I’m strong and I quote, “some stupid playboy” is not going to stop me.
Her strong scent of lavender and cocoa wafts through my nose lulling me into a much needed sleep.
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My alarm goes off too early and I roll of to shut it off, I don’t understand why I have an alarm when I don’t have anywhere to go.
My eyes pop open in annoyance when my phone doesn’t stop going off and I’m forced to get off bed and see why it’s yelling at 6 in the morning.
I sigh as I rolled over and faced my bedside table that was perched a few inches from my bed and I reach over to grab my phone which continued to make loud noises.
I turn it over to see an unknown phone number lightening my phone and I wonder who calls me early in the morning.
“Hello?” My voice was groggy and rough and I clear my throat to return it to my normal voice.
“Yes, Mrs. Stone, my name is officer martin from Minnesota police department; I’m calling to inform you that James Stone has been arrested last night for public disruption and property damage and he gave me this phone number to come and bail him out, I would say to take him straight home cause he’s still drunk.”  a thin male voice rings out in the silent room causing me to spring out of bed when I heard my father’s name.
“What?” I ask stunned and surprised for numerous reasons.
“I said that your father has been arrested and he wants someone to bail him out.” His voice has a slight edge to it and I roll my eyes already tired of this situation.
“But my dad doesn’t live with us anymore, my parents are divorced.” I inform the officer who I assume is eating his donut the phone placed carelessly on the table.
“Well he can’t stay here forever and he called you, he’s still your father kid come and get him.” He sighs and hangs up before I can answer.
To say I’m surprised is an understatement, too many questions going off in my head, why is he back? What did he do last night? Why did he decide to call me? And most off all why didn’t he come home if he was back?
I shake my head to clear my thoughts, I don’t even know where he is, and I can’t leave the house because my mum has taken my car to work, hers is maintenance.
Are you fucking kidding me right now, this is the last thing I need right now and yet here he is fucking up my life even after I got my point across. I remember telling him that after him and mum got divorced that he was not my father anymore; he had taken it so easily and accepted my proposal like not seeing your daughter for the rest of your life is an everyday occurrence for him.
Now he wants me to bail him out, the only reason I’m doing it is because the police know my number and possibly the reason I don’t want to bail him out.
Ugh, why is he here? What is left for him here? He made the decision of going back to England all on his own and when he knows how boring the setting is for him, he decides to come back and bug us.
Do you even get arrested for abandoning your father at the police station?
Oh well, looks like I’m going but there is no way I’m bringing him back home, if there was some type of magic to keep him out I won’t think twice to do it.
I know she’s going to tear me into Pieces if I wake her up but I don’t have a choice and I’ll explain that to her once she gets here, if she lets me that is.
“Hey, this is Naomi, you can’t reach me right now obviously but I’ll call you back ASAP, okurrr.” it’s her voicemail and I huff. 
“Shit.” I whisper and run my fingers through my hair frustrated.
She’s asleep and I literally don’t have anyone I can call right now. Why does my mum have to leave so early again?
This is just fantastic, they wake me up from my “beauty sleep” and now I’m forced to pick him up from the police station.
I try her cell again but it goes straight to voice mail, this is getting to my nerves and you can tell I’m not a morning person at all.
I call her again and again until she picks it up and literally screams, “WHAT THE FUCK AMBER?”
I stifle a laugh biting my lips as I clear my throat to answer her question, “I need you to do me a favor and I swear I’ll explain everything once you get here.” I breathe counting on her to do this.
“Um, look you know I can’t function before 8 and I’ll probably forget whatever you ask me now.” She yawns and it makes me miss my bed as I plopped on it my t-shirt overriding to my upper thigh and I sigh at her answer.
I know the girl is completely useless before 8 and I know she’s a monster if you wake her up but this is urgent, what if I was dying and I call her, she’s just going to hum and hang up? She’s a bad friend.
“You have to wake up for this, I need you to drive me to the police station, and my mum had taken my car.” I try with the simplest offer as I can manage.
“What? What station? Look babe, I know I’m the worst friend in the world but I don’t remember what you just said. For all I know this conversation could be a dream, and if you want someone to pick you up I’ll see what I can do and send someone.” She yawns again and it’s only making me sleepy.
I stand from my position and walk to the window to gaze out the curtain, it’s still dark out and eerie, I’m assuming people are still asleep, lucky bitches.
I know I’m making it seem like I haven’t been up at 6 before but this is a different situation and I don’t like the idea of sacrificing my sleep for a piece of shit.
“Send someone? So you’re suddenly Oprah Winfrey?” I chuckle and I can hear her grunt in frustration.
“If you keep talking I’m going to hang up. I’m just going to send some of my friends.” She threatens and I immediately clasp my mouth shut.
She’s known for empty threats but when it comes to her sleep she’ll do anything.
“You mean one of your booty calls?”
“Okay bye, good luck finding a friend as awesome as me.” She huffs and I can imagine her rolling her eyes.
“No wait, wait, Naomi this is the most desperate I’ve been you have to help me.” I demand but I made it sound like I was pleading with her.
“So you won’t get mad if I send anyone?” Her groggy morning voice makes its way to the receiving line.
“I promise.” I tell her and she hangs up after reassuring me they will be here in 5.
She called back after a bit and informed me that whoever was on their way and I’ll know when they’re here.
“Who did you call though?” I whine not interested in having a small talk with a complete stranger on top of everything.
“Harry.”