Capítulo 115: Chapter 112
KYLE'S POV
" I'll pass, that's not my type of scene, "I told Austin as we were going up the stairs. Apparently, Miles was going to throw some party at his place since both his parents were away, and he had obviously I voted us. But there was no way I was going to attend. It didn't matter how much I loved Austin, there was literally nothing he was going to say to make me change my mind. If my guess was correct, Miles had most likely invited everyone at school. Why wouldn't he? His house definitely had enough space to hold that many people. Plus I trusted my instincts, and they were putting a lot of effort into warning me against going. Maybe because I'd just be uncomfortable.
I got to my floor and stopped at the top of the stairs, Austin was one step below me.
" What if we pop up for like ten minutes? Just to make him acknowledge our presence?"
" Nah, in between today and having lunch with your family tomorrow, I'm pretty sure my social battery will be completely depleted. I just wouldn't be able to stand being there, "
I was sure he understood what I meant. I could only handle a limited amount of socializing and attending that party would go way beyond my limit.
" Lunch! Fuck, I totally forgot about that!"
I nodded, then I turned towards the door to my apartment coz I thought I heard some loud noise, but I concluded it was nothing and turned back around. The entire hallway also smelt like food. And I was able to pinpoint that smell all the way to the apartment,
" Okay, I'll pick you up at noon?"
" Sure. "
" Goodnight, " he said, then he kissed my cheek and said he had to get going.
" Night, do your homework!"
" I'll think about it. "
I chuckled and watched him as he walked away. Then I blew out a long breath and started walking towards the apartment. I was pretty exhausted and in all earnesty all I wanted to do was go straight to bed. I opened up the door and got in, then I slowly shut it behind me, my eyes fixed on the surrounding. Some things had been moved around a bit. Almost as if someone had thought to redecorate, it was all oddly strange. Especially the vase of flowers I could see next to the window. I walked over to the living room, and as I got closer my view of the kitchen. improved and I was ale to spot my mum doing dishes. It was almost as if I had walked into a stranger's house by mistake because in all my years of living, I doubt I had a very witnessed any such thing. Perhaps when I was really young and could not do such things at all, when she had no option but to let them pile up before she eventually gave in and washed them. I slowly walked over and leaned against the counter, crossing my arms on its surface and darting my gaze around the place.
I wanted to observe her before she saw me. To affirm whether or not have was currently high because giving me cash was one thing, but making dinner and cleaning the house as well as the dishes was definitely not normal. And the fact that she seemed okay to me only made me worry more.
" Hey, I'm back, " I causally informed her. She was a bit startled by my voice but as soon as she saw me she sighed and tried to control her heart race with a hand to her chest. I apologized for having scared her. And when I expected her to ignore my apology, she rather told me it was fine.
" I almost thought you weren't gonna come, " she told me but I didn't say anything in return. I glanced at the pots on the stove and narrowed my gaze. Since when did she do such things?
I wasn't trying to be rude or arrogant but the entire situation was really creeping me out, in a cringy sort of way. I just felt uncomfortable and didn't wanna be there. Especially when she asked me to sit down and eat. I just wanted to ask her point blank what her deal was, but I just quietly sat and let her serve me.
" I wanted to make that lamb stew you like but I was scared I'd mess it up, " she told me. When she had called to ask what I wanted I'd simply told her to make whatever she felt like making. I didn't say it in a bad way, I just couldn't think of anything at the time so I said anything would do. And that's why I was confused with the whole lamb stew information because I had definitely never said any such thing.
" What makes you think I like it?" I asked, trying to recall a time she had made it but coming up with none. My mum never used to cook. She'd come home late and feed me cereal, or at times I'd get lucky and she'd have bought me a burger or something. But I had never really thought it was a big deal since I had always already eaten over at Austin's. And when I asked her that question, she went ahead to explain how I had wanted to order that meal at a restaurant once when I had been a kid.
I suddenly recalled that time, and if my memory served me right, she had straight up refused and asked me to order something more sensible.
" You think I pluck money from trees?!" had been the exact statement she has used to justify why I couldn't order the meal. And from that tiny experience she had assumed that I liked the meal when in truth I had just wanted to try something other than fries and the unsavory mac and cheese they served in that place.
After she had served me a plate, I simply looked at it. She was standing way too close to me and her sudden change in character was making me extremely weary. I felt as if I was seated next to a stranger, and I didn't like strangers. There was already an established relationship with my mum, we'd ignore each other half the time, and the other half we'd argue because of some stupid choice she had made. And despite how crazy and absurd it sounded, I was used to that setting and had no wish for it to change. I had gotten to a point where all I wanted was distance between us. She could do her own thing and I could focus on mine.
If she had actually stopped drinking then that was great. I was happy for her and wished her the very best in her new path, but if she thought our relationship would magically change and we'd become closer then she was extremely wrong. I didn't know who she actually was and had no desire to find out. Our bond had long being broken... unfixable. And I liked it like that because I didn't like change.
She had made spaghetti and meatballs, as well as this sauce that actually looked really good. Up until that point I had never even known she could cook like that. She sat next to me with her own meal and I felt like running away. I even considered taking my food and eating it from my bedroom but I didn't do so. I took a few bites and was surprised to find that I actually did like it. It wasn't bad at all. And we were so estranged that even complimenting her on the food was hard. I knew it would probably open up the gateway to conversation and I did not want any of that.
" Is it good? What do you think?" She asked when I said nothing, so I gave her a small smile and told her it was good. I also used those couple of seconds to study her face. There were no bags under her eyes and she didn't look like she hadn't slept in months. Actually, for the first time in a very long time she looked like a normal person.
We ate in this chilling uncomfortable silence. I couldn't even finish up my food because my thoughts were all over the place. I stood up, then I started walking around the counter to place the dishes and go to bed. She stopped eating as well and simply watched me.
" Goodnight, " I said, but she asked.me.to wait up after the first step I made. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. I'd suspected she'd do something of the sort. I turned around and raised an inquisitive brow, and instead of answering right away, she asked me to go closer. I did. Standing across from her and waiting for her to say whatever she wanted to.
" I actually wanted to ask you something, " she began, her voice low and her eyes on her hands. She was fiddling with her fingers, acting all nervous. I asked her what it was. It took her a while, but she finally tucked some stray strands of her hair behind her ear and looked up at me.
" You think I'm a bad mum, don't you?"
I wondered where all that was coming from. But if she wanted my reply then she would surely get it. I had stopped sucking up to her years ago and she was well aware of that.
" You definitely wouldn't win any awards for that department. Why? "
She had the nerve to act as if my words hurt her. I was simply stating facts and she knew it. And plus, really soon I would be leaving for college, there was no use to try and make amends. We could simply move on with our lives like we normally did. As long as she cut back on the drinking and quit sleeping around, I would be okay. Actually, I knew where that conversation was going. She wanted to tell me that she was sorry and ask if we could start over. That she had changed and all that. But I had to see it to believe that it was true, a few days was not enough proof and guarantee.
" Kyle, " she called out my name, then she combed her fingers through her hair and looked around the house. I waited for the apology I was sure would come.
" I got a nice offer, waitressing at this really cool restaurant, "
" That's good. Congrats. "
" It's in Miami, "she added. My eyes widened in unhidden fear and disbelief. She couldn't be fucking serious!
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