“What about this says I love you,” I said while about to burst out into laughter.
“Nothing says I love you like three thousand dollars,” he said while making gestures of imaginary money falling from his hands.
Already turning red from that spoiled rich kid joke, I replied, “well if that’s what you like, then that will do.”
“How about I get both and you can give her yours as well,” he said while raising an eyebrow.
“Uhh… sure, I guess,” I said while signaling for a jeweler to come over.
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We bought both of them and I was told to hold on to them. During the entire situation, I had completely forgotten about what had happened between me and my mother. Just hanging out with my dad was good for clearing my mind for the moment. That all changed suddenly as I pulled into the driveway. Thankfully, my mom’s car was gone. Even though she wasn’t home, my nervous feeling had came back. I grabbed the jewelry boxes and my clothes out of my car and headed back into the house. The place was riddled with the scent of my mother. Always feeling so cozy and warm. I nodded to my dad and made my way to my room. He went into his room and took a nap so he could be rested before his flight. I hid the jewelry boxes and threw my clothes bag in my closet. I caught a glimpse of my mother’s robe that I had thrown in there and even more fear was instilled in me. I was beginning to torture myself again with the thoughts of my mom bursting in here and telling my dad. I needed to have a plan, so I opened my window and prepared it to make an easy jump out in case of emergency.
After laying out on my bed torturing myself to death, I dozed off. I was awakened by the front door slamming shut. My mother was now home as was coming straight towards the bed rooms. Every step she took sounded like she was stomping because all of my senses were at peak performance. I was in high-alert mode when I heard her open their room door. Pressing my ears against my door, I listened to hear what they were about to talk about. She had certainly seen my car in the driveway, so this was a great time to drop the bomb if she had plans to. Not even a minute later, I heard their door open. I realized my door was unlocked so I snapped the lock shut. Had any of them attempted to open my door, I would have flew out the window and into the scenery below. Luckily, no one came to my door and I instead, heard my mother making her way to the kitchen. She had started making something to eat for my dad before he left.
About thirty minutes passed and I heard my mom call for my dad. I could hear his suitcase scraping across the floor as he made his way out of his room and into the kitchen. Still on high-alert, I just sat near my door eavesdropping their conversation and the sounds of them eating. Once my dad was done he called out to me.
“T, come and drop me off at the airport so I won’t have to leave my car there!” he yelled, trying to make his voice reach me from the kitchen.
I had half the mind to pretend like I was sleeping, but I’d decided against it as I didn’t want him to come to my room for some reason.