"Name something sexual that you've done with a man." Harry demanded with an evident smirk on his face, sending immediate chills down my spine.
For the pastors son, he's nothing like I expected.
"N-nothing. It's a sin." I argued, frowning my eyebrow...
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Chapter Twenty Four _________________
Camp week had approached and I didn't even realize it until I was rudely awakened by my mother earlier this morning. She gazed down at me with disappointed eyes and a hint of confusion, which I understood.
This was a surprise to her that I had forgotten all about the trip, considering the fact that I'm always prepared.
Yet, I wasn't this time.
I didn't start packing the previous night— something I normally do every time an event like this is brought to my attention, so you already know how my morning went.
I ran around my room, searching for my suitcase that I struggled to find for thirty minutes straight. My mother continued to count down how much time I had until it was time for us to leave and I was convinced that I wasn't going to make it.
Although my mother applied pressure, I was able to get things packed, but I knew once we were on the road that something was going to come to mind and I hated the thought of it.
Throughout the car ride, I typed away on my phone. Janet had decided to reach out to me, which took me by surprise since I haven't spoken or seen her in what feels like ages.
She explained that she was upset, but she didn't mean to stay away from me for so long. There were some issues happening in her household regarding her parents and I couldn't help but compare.
My mother's demeanor hasn't changed one bit since my date with Liam; she's awfully nice, but simultaneously still bugs the hell out of me about certain things.
It's been a week since I had the conversation with my professor. He opened my eyes when it came to many things and to be bluntly honest... I think my mother is doing what his wife did, which was start seeing other people.
I don't want to believe that my mother is falling out of love and stepping out of her marriage because that could ruin so much for me and my father. My father obviously loves the woman to death— he'll do anything for her and I rather not witness him suffering.
My love for my mother is there, whether I completely show it or not. But behind closed doors, I've been preparing myself for whatever might end up happening. I don't want their marriage to end, but there's nothing I could do to save it if it's falling.
Like my professor said, there's probably other things going on that I have yet been informed about, so it could be my father in actuality. Perhaps he stepped out and that's what caused her to treat him so poorly at times.
