Chapter 24- Parents

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-Alaina-

Dominic is not in his happiest of moods.

Not that he is very often anyway.

But today is a whole lot worse.

I glare down at my phone as he calls for the 6th time since I left his house.

Which was 2 hours ago.

"What, Dominic?" I say, slightly harsher than I intended.

"Woah, what's with the hostility, love?" he chuckles with that deep, dreamy voice.

Clenching the steering wheel, I drop my head back on the seat.

Yes, he let me borrow his car. I tried to refuse the offer, but this man was determined that I didn't travel that far alone in an uber.

"I'm going to my Mom's, you can't keep calling me while I drive unless you want this to be a one way trip."

"What, so now I'm not allowed to call my girlfriend to check up on her?" he scoffs, and I can feel him rolling his eyes at me.

The corners of my lips tilt up as he rants about how I "fucking left him with the idiots".

He refers to them like he didn't have to do it by himself before we met.

"But that's different!" he exclaims, dramatically.

"You call me when you get there, okay?"

"Sure, boss." I do a little salute, even if he can't see it.

The line falls silent for a few seconds.

"Never call me boss again. I love you."

My heart swells. Like I feel it grow like it does in The Grinch.

"I love you"

~~~

Pulling into my Mom's drive, I puff out my cheeks as I concentrate.

I'd hate to crash this car, Dom would never forgive me.

I see her frame stood at the door, cloaked in a flowy, white dress.

Her arm flails in the air when she sees me, a broad smile on her face.

Before I get out, I text Dominic letting him know I'm safe so he doesn't send out a search party.

Not even seconds after I'm out the car, I'm swarmed by 2 people.

My Mom's arms have a firm grip on my shoulders, my Dad's thrown around me, rocking me back and forth.

"God, we missed you, honey." he holds me at arm's length, scanning down my body.

"You just keep growing and growing, cariña" his lips form a tight line, bringing me back in.

"Papa, its only been a few months." I laugh, awkwardly patting his back.

I mean yeah, I look healthier now. I'm finally getting back on track.

Leading me inside, I seem my sister stood, a baby on each arm.

"Oh, thank goodness you're here, take this." she shoves a baby into my arms, wiping her forehead.

Staring down at the kid in my arms, I panic slightly.

How the fuck do I stop it making that awful noise?

I have no idea what to do.

Making shushing noises, I swing the baby gently until he screeching sound stops.

"Wait, how the fuck did you even do that?"

"Isla, what did I say about cursing in front of the children? They aren't deaf you know!" my mother yells from beside us.

I completely block out their arguing, focusing on the gorgeous green eyes staring back at me.

My eyes flit between the 2 kids, noticing the blue colour on the one sat in my hands.

Danny.

As I watch his eyes drift close, I realise how different they would have been.

He would 100% laugh at how clueless I am.

"Oh, Alaina, you're doing it completely wrong." I'm snapped out of my gaze when my Mom reaches over.

The second he reaches her, the flood gates open once more.

I shrug my shoulders as she looks back at me, walking into the kitchen.

This wonderful smell envelops my nose, seeing my dad stood before the stove.

"Smells great, right? I found the recipe on Facebook."

I internally cringe. 

Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I check for the message I already expected.

Bitch boy <3

so you're there?

it's been half an hour.

did you die on the driveway?

dw already sorted your funeral.

rip, you were hot.

putting that on your grave <3

Idiot 1

why is Dom saying you're dead?

you better not have left his miserable ass.

I'll call Dominic later.

I walk back to where my sister and Mom sit on opposite sides of the room, sparing each other the odd look.

This is why I hate coming here.

Throwing myself on the couch, my Mom throws me a look like she's disgusted.

"Honey, what did I tell you about that dress, green isn't your color." her lips purse slightly.

That voice. That bittersweet voice.

Taking a breath, I just smile, playing with the hem of my dress between my fingers.

My Dad's voice sounds from the kitchen and I take the chance, immediately escaping the room

He hands me multiple plates and I just stare blankly at him.

"Well don't just stand there, get them on the table!"

Without a second thought, I dash to the dining area and place the array of foods onto the old table.

The rest of the family strolls in as I slump in the seat beside me.

We all begin eating and for the first time in so so long, its peaceful.

No bickering. No crying. No insulting.

"So Alaina." My sisters voice breaks the sweet silence.  

"Boyfriend, huh?" I kick her leg under the table.

"Ouch, what the fuck?" she looks between my Mom and I and realises.

"A boyfriend?" 

"Yes, Mom, a boyfriend." I push the food around with my fork.

She scoffs, placing her knife onto the table.

"So we work our asses off to get you where you are, and you're messing around with boys?"

I feel a hand on top of mine, Isla giving me a sorry look.

I stay silent, keeping my eyes on the table cloth.

Green cloth in a red room. Weird.

"Don't try to ignore me, Alaina."

"Okay, Lisa you need to calm down, she's 21!" my Dad yells and I wince.

What have I caused?

"Oh and for God's sakes, go and change that dress, I don't care if you have to steal from your father!" she interrupts.

"Lisa that's enough!"

"He's right Mom, so what?."

"I'm sick of you picking a fight every time!"

All their words mould into one loud noise and I find my anger rising.

Slamming my hands on the table, the cutlery clashes as I rise from my seat.

"All of you, shut up!" the table falls silent as do I.

I absolutely did not think this through.

I didn't think about what I'd say if they actually stopped talking.

Pushing myself up, I walk away and to the stairs.

As I reach the staircase, I lean a hand on the railing, inhaling as much as air my lungs allow.

My cheeks puff out and I walk slowly up to my old room.

The door creaks as it drags itself open, my blue and grey walls barely visible as the curtains remain closed.

Reaching for the cloth, I push both curtains aside.

I run my fingers across the wood below, dust collecting on my fingertips.

Nothing has changed. My bed is still made, the same deep blue sheets. All my old photos standing tall on my dresser. The alarm clock still on, maybe a few hours behind, but still on.

I gently trail my hands along the frames of the images of my family, a small smile playing on my lips.

My phone rings and my body tenses.

It vibrates through the fabric on my jacket and I reach to grab it.

Bet you can't guess whose calling.

"You better have a fuckin' amazing excuse for scaring me like that." he scoffs through the phone and the corners of my lips tilt upwards.

"I'm joking, you can live your life, but I would appreciate a simple message, my love." his tone softens slightly.

I let out a small laugh and the line falls silent for a few seconds.

"Alaina?" 

"Do you think I look ugly in green?"

"Do I think you're ever ugly?"

"I don't kn-"

"Never."

Silence again.

"You look hot all the time. Especially that dress you were wearing when you left today." he inhales sharply.

"Whether you are wearing a a dress or a fucking paper bag, you're always beautiful. Understood?"

I don't speak for a while, there's voices in the background on his side.

"Whose shouting?" 

"Lucas and Nate. They've been arguing about who gets the last cookie for 45 minutes. Come home I am begging you."

Chuckling, I throw myself onto the bed.

"How's it going?" he asks, rustling papers around.

"Are you at work?" 

"No-"

He's cut off when someone bursts through his door.

"Boss, we have your 4 o'clock meeting next door waiting."

There's a shushing noise and he says he'll be there soon.

"Okay, fine I might be but you are a whole lot more important." he says sternly.

"Go to your meeting, call me tonight, okay?" 

"Alain-"

I hang up.

I'm going to regret that later.

Not even 10 seconds pass before I receive a sequences of messages.

Bitch boy <3

you're lucky i love you.

better never fuckin hang up on me again.

gorgeous, evil woman.

Me

:)

I lay my phone beside me, closing my eyes.

There's footsteps and I listen to try to figure out who it is.

They halt outside my door before continuing.

Mom.

A few minutes later, a light knock sounds on my door.

I let out a small noise, letting them in.

My dad emerges from the doorway, a sympathetic look on his face.

His eyes roam the room before landing on my window.

"Wow, they haven't been opened since you left." he chuckles.

"None of us come in here, its collecting dust." he looks at the trail my finger left by the window. "Literally."

I look at my hands in my lap, playing with the rings wrapped around my fingers.

His slacks come into few as he continues circling my room.

He wears his favourite grey suit, a black tie snaked around his neck.

New job.

"Your mother wants to turn it into a room for the twins, but I still haven't come to terms with the fact you won't be the one living in here." he finally rests on the foot of my bed.

"Dad, I moved out over a year ago now."

"But this is your room. Where you grew up and where I comforted you when you had your shitty nightmares."

We both laugh as I look up at him.

His dark hair is styled, like always, not even one grey hair.

The bridge of his nose holds his glasses, which I swear haven't changed since I was a kid.

My hand is enclosed in his, squeezing slightly.

"I'm sorry about your Mom, you know how she is." his eyes roll. " And for the record, you look pretty, honey."

"Thanks." I awkwardly look away from him.

"We miss you. Just come visit more, if not to see her, then to see me and the kids." 

I smile and nod, shifting from my position.

"You'll always be my favourite, mija.

"We are literally American, Dad." I grin.

His eyebrows furrow, clearly confused.

"What are you talking about? You know, I'm from Spain, right?"

Okay, now I'm confused.

"Mom said you were born in Ohio, no?"

His lip curls and he looks back to me.

"Born and raised in Seville, Spain, she's never told you?"

What. The. Fuck.

"You think I've been speaking Spanish to you for years for fun? Where do you think you got this gorgeous tanned skin, the sun? We both know you don't go outside that much." 

I hold my heart, offended as he bursts into laughter.

He shakes his head, looking at the wall.

"She never was happy about me sharing my language with you."

Why wouldn't she want me to know Spanish?

It's a beautiful language.

"You must teach me more sometime." I give his hand another squeeze.

Giving me a grateful smile, he walks out my door, closing it gently.

Everything that happened today swirls around my mind, trying to figure it all out.

And then my eyes close and I drift off.

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