Just Married

10: Just Planning

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It took my breath away. Just seeing the whole thing play out in my eyes, and how beautiful it was, like I couldn’t even handle how it made me feel. I reached out for it like I was going to die if I couldn’t feel it. To have such a connection to something almost made me dizzy with surprise, to have such a bond built. This was killing me, I just had to make a move.

Oh, how much I’ve missed my bed.

I practically face planted onto the comfortable squishiness of the covers, relishing in the scent of laundry detergent, sweat, and a faint trace of smoke. Ahh, reunited and it feels so damn good.

My moment was interrupted two seconds later when I heard a knock on my door. I swear if it was Theo, I don’t know if I’d be able to kick him out. I just mumbled, “Come in.”

Since my eyelids were about to close off the world, I placed my face on the pillow as I felt the other half of my bed dip from the weight of the person sitting down. A strong floral scent hit my nose and I knew immediately it was my mom. I didn’t know whether or not I should be relieved it wasn’t Theo. On one hand, it was perfect, because we then didn’t have to discuss the awkward tension swirling around us the entire ride back, but on the other, now I had to face the wrath of my mother’s poisonous words. I swear the woman can make a bunny feel bad for being cute.

“Hi Mom. Told you I’d be back by tonight,” I said sleepily.

“And now your grounding time has tripled,” she replied. I was surprised at how calm and motherly it sounded. She usually gave Hitler a run for his money when she was angry at me.

Since I was so tired and not in the mood to argue, because of other prevalent issues that managed to squeeze themselves into my life, I just lifted my hand in a thumbs up and said, “Sounds fun. Can’t wait.”

I heard her sigh and get up, and I thought that’d be the end of it, but it surprised me when she sat back down, but this time, she turned so she was facing my horizontal figure sprawled across the bed. “Coraline, talk to me. I feel like you don’t tell me anything anymore.”

She wanted to have a heart to heart when I was just about to fall asleep. I don’t think anything is more evil than disturbing someone right before they sleep.

“Too tired to talk. I’ll tell you tomorrow.”

“Coraline,” she sighed. “I’m sorry.”

This made me wake up. My mom never apologized to me, in fact, I’m pretty sure she demanded me to apologize to her at least once a day. Like I said, I loved my mom with all my heart, but I’ve always probably been the child they would have made fun of before they had me. For crying out loud, the were physicists and I barely scraped by physics class with a C.

I think inside of me, I always felt that I was never good enough to be their child, that they were ashamed of me. Instead of going against the grain and trying to be their little Stephen Hawking baby, I actually just gave up. I chose to be a rebellious daughter with a rebellious attitude. Maybe that was wrong, and I would never be able to understand how my parents felt about me, but it was who I was. Coraline Mae Montgomery. Average girl who likes red lipstick instead of A’s, rock concerts instead of community service, alcohol instead of abstinence, cuss words instead of essays. I can’t change who I am.