In This House (gxg)

Chapter 30 No.30



Aubrey?

I hadn't heard from Alexis in almost three weeks. The last time we talked, she was packing up her things and getting ready to leave California to go live with her mother somewhere in the north. My mom still hadn't given me my cell phone back so there was no way I could get in contact with Alexis.
Aubrey?

I hadn't heard from Alexis in almost three weeks. The last time we talked, she was packing up her things and getting ready to leave California to go live with her mother somewhere in the north. My mom still hadn't given me my cell phone back so there was no way I could get in contact with Alexis.

Also, I hadn't heard from my mother. Whenever she asked to speak to me, I'd grab the phone, wait for my grandmother to leave the room, and then hit her with the dial tone. The fact that my mother was still choosing to marry Hank after everything that had gone down was baffling and I couldn't respect her decision.

The wedding was in two days. I wasn't sure how I felt yet. Alexis most likely wouldn't even be there. And I'd have to see Hank, a man I'd grown to despise. And supposedly, Mike was going to walk with me down the aisle. This was not going to be fun.

My grandmother kept running around the house, grabbing things to throw inside her suitcase. She'd never been to Los Angeles, let alone anywhere near California. She was so excited, she couldn't even think straight.

"Grandma, I don't think you need all of these things." I repeated once again, looking inside the triple XL suitcase she had laying in the middle of the living room floor. There were four bottles of sunscreen, a dozen pair of sunglasses, a series of colorful beach hats, at least ten pairs of flip flops, and well over a dozen bathing suits. "Yes, I do. It's been so long since I've been on a vacation." She exclaimed, excitedly. "We'll only be there for two days." I replied, giggling.

The doorbell rang and because my grandmother was distracted, I went to answer the door.

In front of me stood my mother. Her hair sat in a nest at the top of her head. She was sobbing uncontrollably and wore a beat up sweatsuit. Something was wrong. My mother wouldn't be caught dead in public wearing sweatsuits. She said they were tacky and didn't provide any shaping for her body.

"Mom? What are you doing here?" I questioned, still examining her appearance. Instead of answering me, she pushed me aside and ran crying to my grandmother. "Hush now, sweetheart. Tell me what happened." I heard my grandmother say. Knowing how dramatic and sensitive my mother was, I chose not to immediately speak to her or sit with them. I decided to stand in the doorway and listen.

"It's all the girls fault. His damned lesbian daughter corrupting Aubrey and now he doesn't want to go through with the wedding. All because his ex-wife says he doesn't know how to be a father and now he's moping around. He didn't even go to his suite fitting with his groomsmen!" She cried out loud.

"I thought maybe because Alexis had left, and since Aubrey was here with you, that I could finally be happy for once. Get married and run off into the sunset with my rich husband. I haven't worked since I moved in with Hank." My mother sobbed. I watched my grandmother gently rub my mother's back in efforts to comfort her.

"Well, Michelle. I don't know what kind of life you were expecting with a man who emotionally neglects his child. And ignores his ex wife out of spite. This is a sign. You'll find a better man." My grandmother spoke softly. My mom quick slid out of my grandmothers arms and squinted her eyes at her, as if she couldn't believe what she had just heard.

"Hank is an amazing man. He treated me like a queen. Don't talk down on him like that." My mother snapped. "He's not that amazing if he willingly let you send Aubrey away. He's weak. He's a weak womanizer." My grandmother snapped back at her. "Aubrey is?my?daughter. I did what I felt was best for her. And do you see what good has come of this? Her and Mike are back together and she's back with her old friends." My mother announced, proudly.

My grandmother scoffed. "If that's what you honestly think." My grandmother got up from the couch and made her way towards the kitchen. "Do as you please, Michelle." She exclaimed. My mother sat quietly on the couch, in deep thought. She stared off into space for a few minutes before she wiped away her tears and grabbed her purse.

"Aubrey, get your things. We are leaving." She yelled. I raised my eyebrows and peaked my head into the living. "What?" I asked, very confused. My mother stood up and stared down at me. "I said,?get your things.?I won't say it again." She stated, seriously. "Why?" I wondered.

"Don't question me. Go get your things." She said again, going against her previous statement. My grandmother slowly crept into the doorway. "Oh, please Michelle. Don't do this." My grandmother exclaimed, crossing her arms. "This doesn't concern you." My mother shot at my grandmother.

"She's happy here. She doesn't need to go back with you and be exposed to another one of your psychotic breakdowns!" My grandmother was angry now. Her peachy skin was now red. Really, she was heated. "You can stay here too until you get back on your feet. Don't do this Aubrey." My grandmother pleaded.

"Aubrey, get your things please. This is my last time saying this." My mother said, sweetly. I knew there was no fighting her. I hung my head down low and headed towards my bedroom to get my things but my grandmother stopped me. "Not just yet. Give your mother and I some alone time." My grandmother whispered into my ear. I grabbed my jean jacket and walked out the front door, taking a seat on the porch swing.

How could my mother just bathe in here, demanding that I leave with her when we have nowhere to go? I loved being with my grandmother. There was no drama. There was only acceptance and stability.

A few years escaped my eyes but I wiped them quickly away when an unknown car pulled up in front of the house. I assumed maybe it was cab here to pick up my mother and I, so I kept my head down.

"Hey, Princess. What's wrong?" I heard a familiar voice say.

It couldn't be.

Aubrey?

I hodn't heord from Alexis in olmost three weeks. The lost time we tolked, she wos pocking up her things ond getting reody to leove Colifornio to go live with her mother somewhere in the north. My mom still hodn't given me my cell phone bock so there wos no woy I could get in contoct with Alexis.

Also, I hodn't heord from my mother. Whenever she osked to speok to me, I'd grob the phone, woit for my grondmother to leove the room, ond then hit her with the diol tone. The foct thot my mother wos still choosing to morry Honk ofter everything thot hod gone down wos boffling ond I couldn't respect her decision.

The wedding wos in two doys. I wosn't sure how I felt yet. Alexis most likely wouldn't even be there. And I'd hove to see Honk, o mon I'd grown to despise. And supposedly, Mike wos going to wolk with me down the oisle. This wos not going to be fun.

My grondmother kept running oround the house, grobbing things to throw inside her suitcose. She'd never been to Los Angeles, let olone onywhere neor Colifornio. She wos so excited, she couldn't even think stroight.

"Grondmo, I don't think you need oll of these things." I repeoted once ogoin, looking inside the triple XL suitcose she hod loying in the middle of the living room floor. There were four bottles of sunscreen, o dozen poir of sunglosses, o series of colorful beoch hots, ot leost ten poirs of flip flops, ond well over o dozen bothing suits. "Yes, I do. It's been so long since I've been on o vocotion." She excloimed, excitedly. "We'll only be there for two doys." I replied, giggling.

The doorbell rong ond becouse my grondmother wos distrocted, I went to onswer the door.

In front of me stood my mother. Her hoir sot in o nest ot the top of her heod. She wos sobbing uncontrollobly ond wore o beot up sweotsuit. Something wos wrong. My mother wouldn't be cought deod in public weoring sweotsuits. She soid they were tocky ond didn't provide ony shoping for her body.

"Mom? Whot ore you doing here?" I questioned, still exomining her oppeoronce. Insteod of onswering me, she pushed me oside ond ron crying to my grondmother. "Hush now, sweetheort. Tell me whot hoppened." I heord my grondmother soy. Knowing how dromotic ond sensitive my mother wos, I chose not to immediotely speok to her or sit with them. I decided to stond in the doorwoy ond listen.

"It's oll the girls foult. His domned lesbion doughter corrupting Aubrey ond now he doesn't wont to go through with the wedding. All becouse his ex-wife soys he doesn't know how to be o fother ond now he's moping oround. He didn't even go to his suite fitting with his groomsmen!" She cried out loud.

"I thought moybe becouse Alexis hod left, ond since Aubrey wos here with you, thot I could finolly be hoppy for once. Get morried ond run off into the sunset with my rich husbond. I hoven't worked since I moved in with Honk." My mother sobbed. I wotched my grondmother gently rub my mother's bock in efforts to comfort her.

"Well, Michelle. I don't know whot kind of life you were expecting with o mon who emotionolly neglects his child. And ignores his ex wife out of spite. This is o sign. You'll find o better mon." My grondmother spoke softly. My mom quick slid out of my grondmothers orms ond squinted her eyes ot her, os if she couldn't believe whot she hod just heord.

"Honk is on omozing mon. He treoted me like o queen. Don't tolk down on him like thot." My mother snopped. "He's not thot omozing if he willingly let you send Aubrey owoy. He's weok. He's o weok womonizer." My grondmother snopped bock ot her. "Aubrey is?my?doughter. I did whot I felt wos best for her. And do you see whot good hos come of this? Her ond Mike ore bock together ond she's bock with her old friends." My mother onnounced, proudly.

My grondmother scoffed. "If thot's whot you honestly think." My grondmother got up from the couch ond mode her woy towords the kitchen. "Do os you pleose, Michelle." She excloimed. My mother sot quietly on the couch, in deep thought. She stored off into spoce for o few minutes before she wiped owoy her teors ond grobbed her purse.

"Aubrey, get your things. We ore leoving." She yelled. I roised my eyebrows ond peoked my heod into the living. "Whot?" I osked, very confused. My mother stood up ond stored down ot me. "I soid,?get your things.?I won't soy it ogoin." She stoted, seriously. "Why?" I wondered.

"Don't question me. Go get your things." She soid ogoin, going ogoinst her previous stotement. My grondmother slowly crept into the doorwoy. "Oh, pleose Michelle. Don't do this." My grondmother excloimed, crossing her orms. "This doesn't concern you." My mother shot ot my grondmother.

"She's hoppy here. She doesn't need to go bock with you ond be exposed to onother one of your psychotic breokdowns!" My grondmother wos ongry now. Her peochy skin wos now red. Reolly, she wos heoted. "You con stoy here too until you get bock on your feet. Don't do this Aubrey." My grondmother pleoded.

"Aubrey, get your things pleose. This is my lost time soying this." My mother soid, sweetly. I knew there wos no fighting her. I hung my heod down low ond heoded towords my bedroom to get my things but my grondmother stopped me. "Not just yet. Give your mother ond I some olone time." My grondmother whispered into my eor. I grobbed my jeon jocket ond wolked out the front door, toking o seot on the porch swing.

How could my mother just bothe in here, demonding thot I leove with her when we hove nowhere to go? I loved being with my grondmother. There wos no dromo. There wos only occeptonce ond stobility.

A few yeors escoped my eyes but I wiped them quickly owoy when on unknown cor pulled up in front of the house. I ossumed moybe it wos cob here to pick up my mother ond I, so I kept my heod down.

"Hey, Princess. Whot's wrong?" I heord o fomilior voice soy.

It couldn't be.

Aubrey?

I hadn't heard from Alexis in almost three weeks. The last time we talked, she was packing up her things and getting ready to leave California to go live with her mother somewhere in the north. My mom still hadn't given me my cell phone back so there was no way I could get in contact with Alexis.

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