Little Bitch

Chapter 86

Chapter 86

The next evening, Alex's family was going to have dinner at Lexi's house, so she couldn't come to my house to sleep.

The universe was really against us.

The whole day, in the few off moments when I wasn't thinking about the next time I would be alone in my room with my girlfriend, I thought about the piano piece I had come up with.

I thought about the composition and the things I might change or add. I'd never come up with my own musical piece before so I didn't know the rules I was supposed to follow.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I actually did want to show it to my father.

Part of me wanted to get his feedback, but another part of me was also kind of curious about how he would act.

Even before the recent argument with my parents, I'd always felt like my father wasn't my biggest supporter. I'd never really felt like he was proud of me.

I wanted to see if thing would change now. Would he be more supportive of me because I was doing something in his area of expertise, or would he be critical because that was just his default setting?

Once I got home after school, I checked for him in his office and the music room, but couldn't find him, so I went to find my mom instead in the office.

I knocked on the open door, and greeted her. "Hey Mom."

She looked up from her computer, taking off her reading glasses and smiled at me. "Hi Blake."

"Do you know where is Dad?" I asked, taking on step inside the room.

"I think he went in the sun room. He worked late last night so he wanted to just sit and rest."

"Okay," I nodded.

Maybe this was a bad omen. If my father was already tired and wanted to rest, maybe it wasn't the best time to go up to him and talk about... well essentially his work.

"Oh, while I have you here," my mother said before I could walk away, "the hospital called to do a check-up. When do you want to do it?"

I frowned. I'd bene feeling so good lately, that this sudden reminder that I wasn't actually in top shape was an unwelcome one. "I feel fine. I haven't had any big headaches in a little while. I've been sleeping okay too."

"They were saying with the new medication you take it might be good to do an MRI though, to make sure everything is okay," my mother continued, clearly trying not to seem like she was pushing too much for it even though she really wanted me to do it.

I sighed. With my therapist appointments on top of it, it just felt like a lot of time spent with doctors. "Is it pressing? Since football is over now, it's not really a big issue. I shouldn't be doing anything too dangerous for my head."

"Your doctor seemed to want to do it sooner rather than later," my mother replied, unyielding.

"I really feel fine. Great, really," I pressed.

I hated taking MRIs. I wasn't looking forward to another one soon.

"It's always safer to follow the recommendations."

I ran a hand over my head, and let out another sigh, defeated. "I guess we could just schedule something after March break."

This seemed to satisfy my mother enough. "Okay, I'll check with your Doctor. If he has openings earlier, should I take it?"