Never Let Me Go

Mother {Part II}

Silence.

Awkward silence.

Almost two hours of awkward silence to be precise.

This seems to be a recurring theme in our "relationship" so far, which is definitely not a good thing. Especially since, we have another 5 months to go until we're through with each other.

Twiddling with my fingers, I gradually drag my gaze from my lap to glance at him. With peripheral vision, I can see his eyes are focused strictly on the road. I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing. I'm gonna go with bad especially since he hasn't said a word to me since he started driving.

Great, now I have to make peace.

"Look," I sigh, clenching my eyes shut. "I'm sorry about how I acted back there. It's nothing personal. I just....I don't like opening up to people unless their name is Maya or Kaydence." He says nothing, so I continue. "So, for future reference, keep the personal questions to a minimum and-"

"So let me get this straight," he interrupts and I can't decipher the tone in his voice. "It's alright for you to ask me personal questions, but I can't do the same with you?"

"Don't do that," I send him a sharp look. "Don't turn my words around."

"Isn't that what you're saying though?" He retaliates, eyes still focused on the road.

"No, what I'm saying is I'd rather you not try to get any information about my past out of me because it will only end up bad for you. I only asked you about your mother, because I honestly cared about what was bothering you. "I answer brusquely, spurting each word with more and more frustration.

Again, silence.

"How could you tell?" He asks, after several minutes. "That something was up with me, I mean? Not many people are able to do that."

"I'm good at reading people," I shrug. "Plus, I just like helping people."

"But you don't like people helping you?" He counters, and I can't help but to roll my eyes.

"No, I don't, and even if I did; I don't need help."

He chuckles and shakes his head, and I feel my anger begin to boil. "What the hell is...." I trail off as he pulls up to a decent sized and upscale looking home. "Wait.......this is your parents' house?"

He glances at me, "Yeah."

"This is where you grew up?" My mouth drops, as he pulls into the lengthy driveway. "In this house? In this neighborhood? In-"

"In this state too," he says sarcastically, bringing the car to a stop.

"Life has surely dealt you a nice ass hand," I mutter, unbuckling my seatbelt. "Wait, so what's the plan here?"

He looks at me with confusion, "Pardon?"

"What am I supposed to say to your parents? Hi, I'm Arianna. I'm the woman who met and married your son all in one night, so now I'll be around for the next 5 months." I say sarcastically, with a broad smile. I drop the fake grin, "yes, because that will go over so well."

"Just be you Arianna," he sighs, placing his hand over mine. The subtle action sends chills down my spine and I quickly snatch my hand back. "What's wrong?"

"You're very touchy feely, ya know that ?" I mumble.

"Didn't seem to bother you when we were in the kitchen," he smiles arrogantly.

Blushing profusely, I mutter out a weak, "Fuck you." I reach to open the car door, but he tells me to wait. "Why?"

Rolling his eyes, he swings the door open and exits. The hell? Does he want me to sit in this damn car or something? Well, maybe he wants to talk to his family first or something. I'll give him the benefit of the doubt.