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Two weeks?
We had barely been in Georgia a little over a month.
How could she do these types of things so quickly?
“Mom, it’s been two weeks. You couldn’t possibly know if he’s the one.”
“Trust me, hon, when you know, you just know. Anyway, I want you guys to meet him. He needs a place to crash for a bit while he’s looking for a rental, and I thought—”
“You’re not serious,” I snapped, cutting her off.
I knew exactly where our conversation was headed, and I was not okay with some strange man my mom was banging squatting in our home.
“Stop, Everly. It’s just until he gets a new place. Two weeks. Tops.”
“Mom, I don’t feel comfortable …”
“I pay the bills in this place. I make the rules,” she said, cutting me off and dismissing me.
She stood from the table and left the kitchen without another word. It was only then I noticed she was wearing tight jeans that barely covered her bottom and a tiny black tank top. She was dressing like a seventeen-year-old girl, which made sense since she was acting much younger than that.
Her nails were done. Her make-up thick, and she had adopted a new way of doing her hair that was honestly a bit embarrassing. I never said anything about these things because I wanted her to be happy, but she was going too far by bringing some strange man she had only been banging for two weeks to live with us. Erik was not going to be happy about it.
If he even noticed.
“He’s coming over tomorrow night for dinner.” Her voice echoed from her first-floor bedroom. “I’m telling you, so there are no surprises. I’ll tell your brother to be here for dinner, and I know you’ll be here.”
Her words struck my heart.
She was right.
I was always home.
“Wear something other than your PJs. Do you have a nice top or something?” she called out.
I looked down at my Elmo PJs and shook my head. I only wore actual clothes when I left the house, which these days was only for school.
“I’m sure I can dig something up,” I answered.
Then I went upstairs and dug through my closet, knowing I wouldn’t find anything but out of style jeans and T-shirts that were too big.
The next day, I went to my two classes and then stayed in the library studying until school was out. Except when I went out to the parking lot, Erik’s car was nowhere to be found.
He had left without me. I texted him and waited for nearly twenty minutes for him to respond, but he didn’t. I bit the bullet and called my mom, but I got her voicemail. I left her a message letting her know I needed a ride and then I texted to be sure she got it.
“Hey, girl, are you waiting on your ride?” Zada asked from my side, making me jerk.
I nodded. “Something like that. My stupid brother left without me, and I’m trying to reach my mom.”
“I can give you a ride home if you need one. I’m supposed to meet Reggie at five, so I have time to kill.”
“Are you sure?”
She nodded. “Yep. Come on.”
I had never been so relieved to run into Zada.
The drive to my place didn’t take long, and soon we were pulling in only to see my mom and my brother’s cars waiting out front. There was also a new car I had never seen before. It looked like something I would see at The Strip—an old tricked out Honda.
