A Summer's Secret

☼Chapter 18

18. 

            I smelled like vanilla and coconuts after taking that quick shower. I thought about a lot of things within that short fifteen minutes, I even tried to remember tidbits of my past with Aiden but unfortunately I can't. I'll be facing my parents sooner so I might as well ask them the questions I'm dying to ask. They can't just keep lying to me can they?

London took me out of the room and led me through hallways and staircases. 'Does Sam really thinks of this castle as his own Bachelor pad?' I thought as I marveled on the portraits hung on the wall. At least I was trying to find meager distractions to ease myself before I see them, my ever beloved Mum and Dad.

Another thought occurred to me and it brought me back to the day my parents learned about London's pregnancy. I shivered, will they lash out on me? Or will they smother me with warm hugs?

As we stood in front of the huge oaken door, London grabbed my wrist a bit too tightly and brought me into a hug, "Asia, you know I'm not really a saint or an angel but you must know that you can't really believe everything they'll say."

I nodded my head against London's bosoms and I completely understand her. I've prepared myself for this. Asking my parents about Aiden and what happened won't guarantee that I'll know the truth for certain, but it won't hurt to ask them why they chose to hide this from me, manipulate the people around me so that they won't breathe a word.

Maybe I do not want to know my past with Aiden from them. Maybe I want to figure that out on my own. I made a mental note not to try and bring up that topic later.

I knocked on the door gently before bringing my fingers to touch on the cold metal knob. 'Here goes nothing'

I closed my eyes and went inside the room and when I opened them I saw my Mother sitting on a posh looking ottoman seat with my father standing beside her, one hand in his suit pocket and the other on my mother's shoulder. I've never felt more anxious to see my parents.

My dad blinked twice and stared at me like I was a ghost, while my mother produced a handkerchief from somewhere and started dabbing it on the corner of her eyes.

"Hey," I said quite awkwardly.

My heart was beating so hard it felt like it would rip out of my chest anytime. Why were they looking at me like that? Were they mad at me for running away? I'm just so frustrated at my predicament right now.

"Asia," my dad muttered and my mom pushed herself away from the seat and rushed toward me. I was expecting her to hug me maybe, but instead she stood right there, so close to me, it was as if she wasn't sure what to do next. It was as if there was a glass barrier between us.

"Mom?" I breathed. I didn't know how to talk to my parents right now. Before I got in here I kind of played this scene in my head, preparing answers to their possible questions and preparing questions for them to answer. I didn't expect our meeting to be this...awkward.

"Asia, why did you run away honey?" Mom asked and I could see her fingers twitching as she brought her hands up closer to my face. Was my mother afraid to touch me?

I couldn't look at her face any longer so I decided to fix my gaze on the fake animal fur carpet below me, "you lied to me mom, you betrayed me," I answered her in a small voice.

My mom's tears were starting to fall down her pale face and I knew she was dying to envelope me in her embrace, "we didn't mean to honey," she said in between sobs, "we only did it to protect you."

I scowled as my father walked towards us, embracing my crying mother in his arms. I can't read the way my father was looking at me. It was a mixture of sympathy and something I couldn't put my finger on. His face looked steely and hard.