Playing With Fire
Welcome to Tampa Florida, Part 1
My entire room was a mess. There were clothes strewn everywhere except in my suitcase. We are leaving in a little less than 24 hours and I am nowhere near packed. I gave up on figuring out my clothing situation and fell back on my bed and sighed.
"Well that's doesn't look like packing." I heard from the doorway. My middle finger of my left hand lifted and faced his direction.
"We did enough of that last night." His voice sound like he was smirking. I heard his footsteps come closer to my bed and then his head appeared.
"I haven't seen my mother since I was 12. I am 27 now. It has been 15 years, and my fucking sister is going to be there." I whined and quickly turned over and shoved my face in my pillow. Brian climbed over me and put his hand on my back.
"Ever, you met my dad, mom, and sister. How bad can your family be?" He asked. I looked at him.
"Oh I don't know, my sister is extremely successful and thinks of me as a failure and laughed in my face when I asked her to come help with my dad." I clarified to him.
"Oh." Was all he could say.
"Now do you see why I am freaking out?" I asked. He nodded and kissed the back of my neck.
"No, not right now Brian, we did that last night, and I need to pack my shit." I rolled off my bed and stood up. He looked at me with defeated eyes and I stuck my tongue out at him and walked out of my room to the kitchen, where Eric was cooking something.
"So have you finished packing?" He asked.
"Nope, not quite yet. I kinda want to leave that till the last minute." I smirked and looked over his shoulder at whatever he was cooking.
"So whatcha cooking me?" I asked. He looked at me and laughed.
"You think this is for you?" He asked. I nodded and leaned against the counter.
"This specific one is not for you, it is for me, but I can make you one." He said and I smiled. I walked away from him and back to my room and sat down on the floor. Brian looked over at me and rolled his eyes.
"Does looking good really matter?" He asked. I looked at him with a look of disbelief.
"Brian, I have not seen my mother is 15 years, and i haven't seen my sister in about 8 years, so yes, this matters." I spat back at him and looked at my clothes.
"Well, ok then, I'm gonna go pack at my house and bring my stuff here and we can spend tonight together and leave in the morning." He said as he stood up.
"Brian, I'm sorry. I'm just stressed about seeing my mother again." I stood up and put my arms around his neck.
"Well maybe you need something to make you less stressed." He smirked and kissed me. I smiled in the kiss and pushed him back on my bed.
I slowly opened my eyes and saw Brian sound asleep next to me with his arm above and behind his head. My body was warm and slightly uncomfortable. The blanket that was resting on my flew off and I walked sleepily to the bathroom. My hand turned the knob on the shower and I watched as the water slowly fell to the bottom of the tub. I climbed inside and stood under the water for a few minutes. Last night me and Brian were wild and crazy, but after about an hour and a half straight we stopped and a half hour later I started packing for the trip. Now my bags are completely packed and ready to go. I need to take a shower, then get Brian up to go grab his bags that he trusted, and I trusted, Michelle to pack for him. They may be divorced but they are friends and I am friends with her and I trust her. She supports us, so why not?
After I finished in the shower I walked back to my bedroom in a towel and saw Brian was waking up and was leaning on his elbow.
"Morning sleepy head." I called out to him and he looked up and smiled stupidly.
"Ok so, I'm gonna get dressed and ready then we are going to pack my shit into the car, go grab your shit, then go to the airport, since it is 8 and our flight is at 10:30." I clarified and walked over to my closet and picked out a pair of skinny's and a tee shirt. Within record time I was dressed and my hair was ready, all I did with it was do a messy braid. After about twenty minutes we left the house and were on our way to Brian's house.
"I'm excited to meet your mom and sister, by the way." He said. I rolled my eyes and watched the road ahead. We pulled into his driveway and I looked up at his house, it was bigger than I remembered. He ran inside and grabbed his things and we were off to the airport. This will be a long ride.
The plane landed softly and quietly in Florida and we were off the plane quickly. I intertwined my hand in Brian's and we walked into the airport to gather our things. After grabbing our bags we called a cab and were off to the hotel. Even though Brian was a famous star with a lot of money, he asked me how I wanted to fly here and if I wanted to get a special car to drive us everywhere, I told him I wanted to do everything normally and he obliged, saying he didn't want to give the wrong idea off to my mother. After reaching the hotel we walked up to our room and I laid down on the bed and groaned.
"Go get dressed babe we have to be at your mother's house in like an hour." Brian said as he smacked my ass.
"Brian! That was so uncalled for." I laughed and went into my bag and grabbed my blue dress and quickly changed.
"My mom is going to hate me like my sister hates me." I confessed.
"No she isn't, she doesn't know the real you, neither does your sister, who cares more about herself than her own father." Brian reassured me and kissed the top of my head.
"This is going to suck." I said after a few minutes.
"It might, it might not, we can't know. Stop stressing, I'm the one meeting her, and I'm the boyfriend, I should be nervous." He laughed.
"This is basically me meeting my mother for the first time. She doesn't know how I am at all." I said.
"Well then there is a clean slate that you guys can work on." He smiled and kissed me.
"Well let's go." I sighed and we walked out of the hotel and walked outside to the car we had driven over here to use. I decided I wanted to rent a car instead of using cabs. Brian got in the drivers seat and got onto the road.
"Ok, what's her address?" He asked. I grabbed my phone and scrolled through my messages and found it.
"920 Anchorage Rd." I said and he nodded and we were off. The scenery was beautiful, palm trees everywhere, beach houses scattered all over the place, and people relaxing, my kinda place. When Brian stopped the car in front of a house I just looked at it. This was the place my mother ran off to when she lost her kids, wow. We got out and walked up to the door. Brian knocked on the door and I stood there awkwardly. A few seconds later the door opened and my older sister Shannon stood there.
"Oh it's just you." She muttered and walked away, leaving the door open. I rolled my eyes and we walked inside and I closed the door.
"Shannon, did you seriously leave them at the god damn door?" I heard from somewhere in the house.
"Well yeah, it's just Ever. No one cares about her." Shannon snipped and I stood there. Brian put his arm around my shoulder and rubbed it.
"I am sorry about her, hello." My mother walked over to us and then stopped when she saw me. She had one of those stereotypical mother sees her child for the first time in like 10 years look.
"Everleigh. Oh my gosh. You look just like your father." She said and wrapped her arms around me. I stood there awkwardly.
"You must be Brian. I'm Claire. Claire Glossow." She said. Brian smiled and her and shook her hand.
"Well, I have some chicken in the oven, why don't we go sit down and talk for a bit?" Mom said and we all walked into the living room.
"Shannon, get in here." My mom said and Shannon walked in and sat down next to my mom.
"Hey Shannon." I said. She waved me off and I just sat there.
"Alright. How long are you guys gonna be in Florida?" Mom asked. I looked at Brian and he looked at me.
"Maybe a week." Brian said. My mom nodded and kept looking at me. I was really uncomfortable and I just wanted to get out of there. I politely excused myself and went to the bathroom. The door closed behind me and I leaned against it and breathed. I was beginning to have a mild panic attack. This is too much for me. I haven't seen the woman in 15 years, she is hardly my mother. And Shannon, she isn't that good of a sister. I focused on my breathing to calm myself down. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Mom sent me to make sure you are ok, it's been like ten minutes." I heard Shannon on the other side.
"Yeah, I-I'm fine." I stuttered and sat down on the top of the toilet.
"Is the door unlocked?" She asked.
"Yeah." I said and the door opened and she walked in and closed the door.
"Ok, I know I am kind of a bitch to you, but I'm sorry. It was mean of me and you aren't a failure." She said. I looked at her and felt tears beginning to form.
"What's wrong Ever?" She asked. I looked at the ceiling.
"This is just too emotionally tense for me. I can't sit there and look at her and pretend everything is ok. She left us Shannon, how can you act like nothing happened?" I suddenly outbursted.
"Whoa, Ever, what are you talking about?" She asked. I gave her the 'are you kidding me' look.
"Shannon, don't pretend to forget that mom was the one who broke up her and dad's marriage. That she was the one who forced dad to divorce her. The one who tried to kidnap all three of us two years later. I cannot sit in there and look at the woman who I haven't seen in almost 15 years and call her mom. I just can't." I felt completely defeated. Shannon knelt down so we were at eye level.
"Ever, I know mom did all of that, how can I forget, but she was the only one I could turn to after Brad left me and took our daughter with him. She took me in, in my time of need." She said. I just looked at her.
"And why the hell didn't you call me? I have a house, I have a fucking rockstar boyfriend. I could have helped you." I felt hurt all of a sudden.
"Ever, we have never been on good terms, don't even act like we ever were. That is why I couldn't call you." She stated.
"Well, I am sorry, but I have to leave, I cannot talk to her, I cannot look at her, I cannot even be in the same building as her. I cannot forget what she did. It still hurts to this day." I stood up and walked out of the bathroom and out of the house. I got into the car and slammed the door. There is no way I am going to talk to that woman. Not ever in the rest of my life.
To Be Continued...........
"Well that's doesn't look like packing." I heard from the doorway. My middle finger of my left hand lifted and faced his direction.
"We did enough of that last night." His voice sound like he was smirking. I heard his footsteps come closer to my bed and then his head appeared.
"I haven't seen my mother since I was 12. I am 27 now. It has been 15 years, and my fucking sister is going to be there." I whined and quickly turned over and shoved my face in my pillow. Brian climbed over me and put his hand on my back.
"Ever, you met my dad, mom, and sister. How bad can your family be?" He asked. I looked at him.
"Oh I don't know, my sister is extremely successful and thinks of me as a failure and laughed in my face when I asked her to come help with my dad." I clarified to him.
"Oh." Was all he could say.
"Now do you see why I am freaking out?" I asked. He nodded and kissed the back of my neck.
"No, not right now Brian, we did that last night, and I need to pack my shit." I rolled off my bed and stood up. He looked at me with defeated eyes and I stuck my tongue out at him and walked out of my room to the kitchen, where Eric was cooking something.
"So have you finished packing?" He asked.
"Nope, not quite yet. I kinda want to leave that till the last minute." I smirked and looked over his shoulder at whatever he was cooking.
"So whatcha cooking me?" I asked. He looked at me and laughed.
"You think this is for you?" He asked. I nodded and leaned against the counter.
"This specific one is not for you, it is for me, but I can make you one." He said and I smiled. I walked away from him and back to my room and sat down on the floor. Brian looked over at me and rolled his eyes.
"Does looking good really matter?" He asked. I looked at him with a look of disbelief.
"Brian, I have not seen my mother is 15 years, and i haven't seen my sister in about 8 years, so yes, this matters." I spat back at him and looked at my clothes.
"Well, ok then, I'm gonna go pack at my house and bring my stuff here and we can spend tonight together and leave in the morning." He said as he stood up.
"Brian, I'm sorry. I'm just stressed about seeing my mother again." I stood up and put my arms around his neck.
"Well maybe you need something to make you less stressed." He smirked and kissed me. I smiled in the kiss and pushed him back on my bed.
I slowly opened my eyes and saw Brian sound asleep next to me with his arm above and behind his head. My body was warm and slightly uncomfortable. The blanket that was resting on my flew off and I walked sleepily to the bathroom. My hand turned the knob on the shower and I watched as the water slowly fell to the bottom of the tub. I climbed inside and stood under the water for a few minutes. Last night me and Brian were wild and crazy, but after about an hour and a half straight we stopped and a half hour later I started packing for the trip. Now my bags are completely packed and ready to go. I need to take a shower, then get Brian up to go grab his bags that he trusted, and I trusted, Michelle to pack for him. They may be divorced but they are friends and I am friends with her and I trust her. She supports us, so why not?
After I finished in the shower I walked back to my bedroom in a towel and saw Brian was waking up and was leaning on his elbow.
"Morning sleepy head." I called out to him and he looked up and smiled stupidly.
"Ok so, I'm gonna get dressed and ready then we are going to pack my shit into the car, go grab your shit, then go to the airport, since it is 8 and our flight is at 10:30." I clarified and walked over to my closet and picked out a pair of skinny's and a tee shirt. Within record time I was dressed and my hair was ready, all I did with it was do a messy braid. After about twenty minutes we left the house and were on our way to Brian's house.
"I'm excited to meet your mom and sister, by the way." He said. I rolled my eyes and watched the road ahead. We pulled into his driveway and I looked up at his house, it was bigger than I remembered. He ran inside and grabbed his things and we were off to the airport. This will be a long ride.
The plane landed softly and quietly in Florida and we were off the plane quickly. I intertwined my hand in Brian's and we walked into the airport to gather our things. After grabbing our bags we called a cab and were off to the hotel. Even though Brian was a famous star with a lot of money, he asked me how I wanted to fly here and if I wanted to get a special car to drive us everywhere, I told him I wanted to do everything normally and he obliged, saying he didn't want to give the wrong idea off to my mother. After reaching the hotel we walked up to our room and I laid down on the bed and groaned.
"Go get dressed babe we have to be at your mother's house in like an hour." Brian said as he smacked my ass.
"Brian! That was so uncalled for." I laughed and went into my bag and grabbed my blue dress and quickly changed.
"My mom is going to hate me like my sister hates me." I confessed.
"No she isn't, she doesn't know the real you, neither does your sister, who cares more about herself than her own father." Brian reassured me and kissed the top of my head.
"This is going to suck." I said after a few minutes.
"It might, it might not, we can't know. Stop stressing, I'm the one meeting her, and I'm the boyfriend, I should be nervous." He laughed.
"This is basically me meeting my mother for the first time. She doesn't know how I am at all." I said.
"Well then there is a clean slate that you guys can work on." He smiled and kissed me.
"Well let's go." I sighed and we walked out of the hotel and walked outside to the car we had driven over here to use. I decided I wanted to rent a car instead of using cabs. Brian got in the drivers seat and got onto the road.
"Ok, what's her address?" He asked. I grabbed my phone and scrolled through my messages and found it.
"920 Anchorage Rd." I said and he nodded and we were off. The scenery was beautiful, palm trees everywhere, beach houses scattered all over the place, and people relaxing, my kinda place. When Brian stopped the car in front of a house I just looked at it. This was the place my mother ran off to when she lost her kids, wow. We got out and walked up to the door. Brian knocked on the door and I stood there awkwardly. A few seconds later the door opened and my older sister Shannon stood there.
"Oh it's just you." She muttered and walked away, leaving the door open. I rolled my eyes and we walked inside and I closed the door.
"Shannon, did you seriously leave them at the god damn door?" I heard from somewhere in the house.
"Well yeah, it's just Ever. No one cares about her." Shannon snipped and I stood there. Brian put his arm around my shoulder and rubbed it.
"I am sorry about her, hello." My mother walked over to us and then stopped when she saw me. She had one of those stereotypical mother sees her child for the first time in like 10 years look.
"Everleigh. Oh my gosh. You look just like your father." She said and wrapped her arms around me. I stood there awkwardly.
"You must be Brian. I'm Claire. Claire Glossow." She said. Brian smiled and her and shook her hand.
"Well, I have some chicken in the oven, why don't we go sit down and talk for a bit?" Mom said and we all walked into the living room.
"Shannon, get in here." My mom said and Shannon walked in and sat down next to my mom.
"Hey Shannon." I said. She waved me off and I just sat there.
"Alright. How long are you guys gonna be in Florida?" Mom asked. I looked at Brian and he looked at me.
"Maybe a week." Brian said. My mom nodded and kept looking at me. I was really uncomfortable and I just wanted to get out of there. I politely excused myself and went to the bathroom. The door closed behind me and I leaned against it and breathed. I was beginning to have a mild panic attack. This is too much for me. I haven't seen the woman in 15 years, she is hardly my mother. And Shannon, she isn't that good of a sister. I focused on my breathing to calm myself down. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Mom sent me to make sure you are ok, it's been like ten minutes." I heard Shannon on the other side.
"Yeah, I-I'm fine." I stuttered and sat down on the top of the toilet.
"Is the door unlocked?" She asked.
"Yeah." I said and the door opened and she walked in and closed the door.
"Ok, I know I am kind of a bitch to you, but I'm sorry. It was mean of me and you aren't a failure." She said. I looked at her and felt tears beginning to form.
"What's wrong Ever?" She asked. I looked at the ceiling.
"This is just too emotionally tense for me. I can't sit there and look at her and pretend everything is ok. She left us Shannon, how can you act like nothing happened?" I suddenly outbursted.
"Whoa, Ever, what are you talking about?" She asked. I gave her the 'are you kidding me' look.
"Shannon, don't pretend to forget that mom was the one who broke up her and dad's marriage. That she was the one who forced dad to divorce her. The one who tried to kidnap all three of us two years later. I cannot sit in there and look at the woman who I haven't seen in almost 15 years and call her mom. I just can't." I felt completely defeated. Shannon knelt down so we were at eye level.
"Ever, I know mom did all of that, how can I forget, but she was the only one I could turn to after Brad left me and took our daughter with him. She took me in, in my time of need." She said. I just looked at her.
"And why the hell didn't you call me? I have a house, I have a fucking rockstar boyfriend. I could have helped you." I felt hurt all of a sudden.
"Ever, we have never been on good terms, don't even act like we ever were. That is why I couldn't call you." She stated.
"Well, I am sorry, but I have to leave, I cannot talk to her, I cannot look at her, I cannot even be in the same building as her. I cannot forget what she did. It still hurts to this day." I stood up and walked out of the bathroom and out of the house. I got into the car and slammed the door. There is no way I am going to talk to that woman. Not ever in the rest of my life.
To Be Continued...........
Notes
Heyyy guys. I am soooooooooo sorry for the long ass wait for a new chapter. I couldn't think of which idea I wanted for this chapter, and I decided on this one. It isn't my best, I know but, I tried. Hopefully I will get a new chapter tomorrow or thursday. :D~~Dallas....
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8/31/14