H E R

Chapter 10

*paisley henley p.o.v*

I stand against the door feeling it rattle when he pounds on it after me. I can't help but let out a small giggle of anxiety, looking down my hands are shaking and i can feel my legs doing the same. I quickly walk to my living room and sit down on the couch, i keep my feet on the floor because i didn't take off my shoes.

I lay down in an awkward position and hold his blazer thing to my nose, i'm very happy that he didn't say anything about getting it back. Smuggling into it i think about our date.

Maverick is so odd, he really does seem too good to be true. I don't know if that's the pessimist in me or the realist.

He's handsome, sweet, respectful, sexy, rich i think and over all just an amazing man. So why is he dating a 17 year old?

My mother used to tell me older men date younger woman because woman their age know better than dating them.

But Maverick truly seems like he loves me. Like he claims. At first i didn't really believe him but after so long and everything thing we've done together i can't help but feel like i really do love him back.

"Paisley! Your mother's home and you don't even bother to come say hi?" I hear my mother say.

"Hello mother." I say getting up and giving her a quick hug not enough for anything sentimental. Just as it should be, my relationship with my mother normally doesn't go past an awkward greeting and a firm lecture at the kitchen island, because that's where we always seem to be at the same time. Sometimes we'll text when she is halfway across the world but even then it's short and blunt. "happy birthday." "thx." "grandpa died" "Ok. I'll call." (She didn't call.) It was alright though this is better. This is honestly all i really remember, I have a few memories from when i was really young before my mother had a good job we lived in an apartment it was terrible. Our neighbours smoked and it made our entire floor smell like cigarettes -- darts. Mother had many 'boyfriends' then i didn't know any better to know what they actually were. I remember William Forrest a recurring 'boyfriend' once smacked me twice across the face for calling him a pedophile for looking at me weird, my mother never brought him over again but she also didn't say a word and never let me freely talk to any 'boyfriend' again. I was thankful. Not long after she got her job as a flight attendant did we move into a small house in a small town in Vermont, only a 30 minutes drive to a major airport though and my mother works there.

"How was your date." She asks me, I don't react. "It was nice mother, he was lovely."

"That's always good. Who was it? A boy from school?" She asks suspiciously, "I'll tell you if it goes any where mother I still don't know if i even like him." I lie out of my teeth.

She nods silently.

"Could you at least give me a first name?" She asks me still prying.

"If it goes anywhere mother." I tell her quickly walking to my bedroom. It's best to leave our conversations short so when people ask about our relationship i only have decent things to say.

I take off my shoes before i lay on my bed, my mother normally likes no one wearing shoes in her house but i don't take off my shoes until i have to.

I have really bad anxiety and my therapist thinks that has something to do with it.

I snuggle in my bed and think about Mav to go to sleep.

I Jerk awake and am overwhelmed with a feeling of nausea so bad i fun as quiet as i can to the bath room and throw my guts up. I turn on the shower and look at my phone 6:29am. My alarm goes off in 20 minutes, I strip and decide to just shower to get this feeling away completely.