Chapter 33- Why Me?

I was nervous. 

No, scratch that, I was shaking.

Ever since that phone call with Olivia I have been on edge. For the first time in a long time I was actually scared of what my mother would do when I got home. What if she knew? 

That is something I couldn’t even bear to think about right now. This time I knew I she wouldn’t forgive Brody. She made it perfectly clear there were no second chances. This was my own fault. 

So far the ride had been rather uneventful and mostly silent. I was too absorbed in thought to offer any conversation. I still hadn't gotten up the nerve to tell Brody all the details yet but I think he knew that something was up. I guess Isomehow felt that if I didn’t tell him then it wasn’t true. It’s crazy I know, but right now I wasn’t exactly thinking strait.

My shaking was getting worse, but I knew part of it was that I had skipped breakfast this morning. This always happen if I don’t eat after I wake up. I was too concerned with getting home to worry about it though. I guess now I’m paying the price for it.  

Currently we were about 15 minutes from Olivia's house. I think she was as scared as I was. And who wouldn't be? It was my mother we were talking about here. To say she wasn’t a bit scary at time would be a bold face lie. I’d soon rather face rabid dogs then see her when she was angry.

"Does this have anything to do with this weekend?" Brody asks filling the quiet car with his voice.

His gaze momentarily breaks from the road ahead and falls to me.

“It has to do with Heather.” I vaguely reply.

He doesn’t seem to completely buy it and looks back at the road before replying.

“Did she know about us?”

He seems a bit surprised that I would tell my sister about out weekend but doesn’t say anything more about it.

I quickly shake my head to assure him that she didn’t before proceeding to tell him the truth.  “It’s not that, she ran off.”

“Ran off…. as in away?”He questions as shocked as I was.

“Sort of.” I nod.

This was awkward to say the least.  I never dreamed that would be having this conversation with my boyfriend about my sister eloping.  Now I feel like the responsible one out of the two of us and I just lost my virginity this weekend.

Something is wrong with this picture.

“By herself?” He asks slowly.

“With Callum.” I sigh.

The disappointment over this was making me to transparent. It was obvious I didn’t approve, but right now that didn’t matter. The most important thing was finding Heather and getting to the bottom of this. She must have had a good reason to do this after she had already planned the wedding for next month.

He briefly seems surprised before piecing everything together.  The shock, however, does not disappear.  That is something we had in common.  I don’t know that would ever overcome this shock.

“So this was the rush to get home?”

I nod in conformation.

“Geez Farrah, all this time and you’re just now telling me?” He says. “I thought your parents were upset about you going away with me.”

I couldn’t blame him for his anger. I should have explained earlier.

I felt guilty about not explaining things to him, but I was still trying to process this myself.  I still don’t know how this happened.  I never expected my sister to pull something like this.  Mom and dad must be furious.  She knows that they don’t approve of elopement.

“They still might if we don’t make it back in time.” I mumble.

He let out a heavy sigh, but didn’t mention any more about it.  I was more than OK with that.  I still needed to come up with something to tell my parents.  I couldn’t do that if I was too busy explaining things to Brody. There would be time for that later. I hope.

I suppose I could tell them we got lost.  No….that won’t work.  I know this town too well for that to happen to me.

Oh I know!  I could tell them the restaurant Brody took me to for breakfast was really busy.  That would be easy to believe on a weekend. 

“Look,” he starts. “If you are having regrets about this weekend-”

“What?” I interrupt a little too quickly.

Did he really think I was regretting it?  Far from it.  I would still be beaming if it weren’t for this mess we’re in. In fact…I’m pretty sure I would do it all over again if given the chance.

“Of course not.” I continue. “What would you say that?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugs. “You always seem to over think things.  I thought this might be one of those times.”

Even though that statement bothered me a little I knew it was true.  He knew me all too well.  I do, do that. Well except this time of course.

“No.” I say proudly. “I don’t regret anything.”

Saying that though made me wonder about him as well. “Do you?”

I silently prayed that his answer would not hurt me.  Not that I expected it to, but you never know.  People can surprise you.  I learned that lesson many, many times. It’s made me realize that I’ve been to careless with who I’ve let into my life.

“I don’t regret anything that involves you.” He replies softly.

Hearing him say that made me smile like an idiot. Inside and out.  I know I had a goofy looking grin on my face right now. Thank goodness he was to occupied with the road ahead to look at me.

“Really?” I say already knowing it was true.

“Really.” He confirms with a bright smile on his face.

In this moment I felt so good nothing could bring me down from my happiness high. Despite what was to come for us, I knew I could make it though anything with Brody at my side. He was my new strength.

As we pulled into Olivia’s drive she was already standing outside with Thomas wearing the same worried look she always did when things didn’t look so good. Albeit this situation had never arrived before but nonetheless her expression was the same.

“You can do this.” He says reassuringly parking the car beside mine. “I’ll be with you the whole time.”

“Are you sure that’s such a good idea?”

I cringe at the thought of my parents berating me in front of him. That would just be humiliating. And I didn’t even want to think of what they would say to him if they knew about our weekend together. I’m sure it wouldn’t be pleasant.

“And being alone is any better?” He shot.

I take in a deep breath nod. “Good point.”

Brody steps out of the vehicle after me in time to see Olivia and Thomas walking towards us. Thomas seemed rather calm but also concerned for his girl friend panic.

Her blonde hair flaps through the wind furiously as she continues closing the distance between us holding her cell phone in hand. No doubt she had just gotten another call from my mother just before I arrived. She was unrelenting.

“There you are.” She sighs in relief once she reaches me. “Your mom is waiting for you at home. They know where Heather is.”

That was the best news I’d heard all day. Well...almost.

“Where?” I didn’t even try holding back my eagerness at finding out my sister’s location.

“Atlantic City, but I don’t know anything more. Your mom will tell you when you go home.”

I was stunned that my sister had chose there of all places. But then again where else would you go to get a quick wedding so close by?

So this was her choice? She must be happy she has gotten exactly what she wanted, whatever that may be.

I silently wondered how my parents were handling this.

I nod and quickly give Olivia a hug. “Thanks for covering for me.”

“Of course.” She lightly chuckles. “I wasn’t about to feed my best friend to her melodramatic mom.”

I smile at her choice of words. “That’s putting it lightly, but again thanks. I owe you.”

She shrugs brushing it off. “You’ll make it up to me somehow.”

I glance out my rear view mirror and notice Brody is still following close behind me like he had been for the last fifteen minutes. Only this time he seems to be having a heated conversation with someone over the phone. It must be his dad again. He’s the only one I’ve seen that could get Brody so worked up.

He angrily throws his phone to the other side of the car as we approach my drive. I hope can remain calm when facing my parents. Maybe this was a bad idea. He was just too angry to be dealing with anything right now. He needs to face his daddy problems first before helping me.

His issues with him were starting to worry me.

After I park and exit my vehicle I stand by and wait for Brody to reach me. He looks a bit calmer but still none too happy.

“You ok?” I ask lightly touching his arm with my hand.

“It’s nothing.” He shrugs. “I’ll deal with it later.”

I sigh and try to bring him to a halt with my weak grip around his muscular arm in hopes to slow him down. Though in reality I couldn’t actually prevent him from moving further he allowed me stop him.

“You don’t have to do this you know. You can go deal with your problems while I deal with mine. Besides, I’m pretty sure they don’t know anything or else my mother would have already called me and blessed me out.” He seems to think over my words, but looks as if he might object. I know he agreed to come here with me but that was before whatever happened with his dad moments ago. I let him go by dropping my arm and slightly move back to give him some space. “Go to home if you need to.”

“I don’t know, what if-”

“Go.” I insist trying to keep my face serious. Although it was hard with the amused look on his face as I took charge. “I’ll be here when you get back.”

Although I can tell he doesn’t want to leave me he reluctantly agrees.

“Fine, but if you need me make sure you call. I can be here in ten minutes.” He states in all seriousness.

I raise my eyebrow to him in confusion. “But it’s at least a thirty minute drive between our houses.”

“Yes.” He confirms. “Driving the speed limit it is.”

I shake my head in disapproval once I understand what he means and immediately began to let him know before he cuts me off.

“Don’t argue with me on this one. Just do it.” He commands.

I am a bit taken back by his boldness. I think this was the first time he had ever been so demanding with me. In some ways it annoyed me but it others I found it…hot. I don’t know, maybe something’s wrong with me.

Well…that’s pretty obvious, but I mean more is wrong with me. Like more than normal.

Ugh I’m far from normal.

“Fine.” I groan, “But please be careful. After Yesterday’s events I can’t help but worry about you.”

He knew I had every right to fell this way so he didn’t comment. If he did I was sure to give him an earful whether it was his fault or not.

He leans in and places a soft kiss on my lips and rakes his thumb over my cheek as he plus away to look at me.  “Call me when everything is settled.”   

“I will.” I state.

He drops his hand buy his side and turn to walk away but doesn’t it. He seemed to have something more on his mind.

“And do me a favor.” He says looking back at me. “Stay away from Blake. I still don’t trust him.”

I shake my head. Was he still worried about him? He hadn’t even so much as tried anything on me in weeks. He wouldn’t be dumb enough to try anything now. Blake was the least of our worries.

“He won’t do anyth-”

“Just promise me so I can leave.” He says awaiting my answer.

Although I feel he’s over reacting I know he won’t go until I agree. That much I know is true.

“Alright.” I nod. “If it will make you feel better I won’t see him.”

“Good.” He smirks. “Cause if you did I’d have to lock you up.”

I knew his threat was empty but it still made shiver with delight. I gladly be locked up anywhere with Brody.

“Don’t tempt me.” I smile turning away from him.

I could almost picture him grinning at me as I walked towards my door but I didn’t allow myself to confirm it. If I did I know I would want to let him leave.

Once I open my door I am greeted by the smell of something heavenly. In fact it makes me stop in my tracks. My mom never cooks unless you count toast and take out, which I don’t. The only meals that are cooked are the ones Debora, our housekeeper prepares for us or when Heather decides to make something. I knew that wasn’t the case though because she had been in Oklahoma visiting with family for the past month. She wasn’t due back until next week sometime.

This must mean something is really wrong.

Once I am sure I am in the right house I slowly take a step forward closing the door behind me. There is no way that this is my mother’s cooking. I couldn’t be. Not even if the world was coming to an end.

The sound of pans clinking together only piques my curiosity more. Maybe someone has invaded our kitchen. Yeah, that’s it!

“Farrah, is that you?” Mom calls over the noise.

I wait until I reach the kitchen and spot her before I answer. “It is.”

The sight before me was one of complete surprise. In front of me was my mom standing there, her clothes a mess with disheveled hair. Her apron was stained with unknown sauces and she had what appeared to be flour on the floor in front of her.

The stove was filled with pots and pans, what they contained I had no idea. Seeing this I had no clue how it smelled so wonderful in here.

I had never seen a bigger mess in all my life. It looked like a three year old tried to cook a meal all alone.

“Uh…what happened in here?” I ask examining the mess.

“I’m cooking. What does it look like?” She says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“But why?”

Surely that wasn’t an outrageous question to ask.

“Heather is coming back home today.”

“So naturally you had to cook.” I say failing to make the connection.

She sighs at my comment and returns back to the pots on the stove.

“I don’t have time for this right now Farrah. I’ve sent the morning trying to convince your sister to come back home, I don’t need a sarcastic teenager to add to it.”

I hold back the urge to roll my eyes at her and take a seat at the counter in front of me. I could argue with her any other time, right now I needed some answers.

“Did she tell you why she left?” 

“That’s not my news to share. She can let you know once she returns.” She replies.

It slightly angered me that she was just letting Heather off the hook like this. Heather runs away and she gets dinner. I go on a weekend away with my boy friend and all hell breaks loose. It hardly felt fair.

“So that’s it? You’re not even mad?” I question crossing my arms and leaning back in the chair.

I don’t know why I was even surprised. This was classic. No matter what she did they still thought she walked on water. Not that she ever did much to warrant their displeasure but this was ridiculous. If I had run off to get married I would have been grounded until after graduation! Well I am under age, but still, she lives under their roof and ran off with a guy who couldn’t have been divorced no longer than a few days at most.

Does that sound like someone that is responsible? I don’t think so.

“What do you expect me to do? She not exactly a minor anymore and she is married now.” She says sitting a pot off the stove.

She tosses the oven mitts to the side and wipes the top of her head with her flour covered hand. As soon as she drops and removes her hand I almost laugh. It was a sight to see. Her once smooth forehead was now covered in flour from one side to the other. See truly did look like a mess. I’d never seen her try this hard at anything in all my life.

“What?” She asks watching my expression.

“Nothing.” I lie with a grinning face.  I couldn’t help it.

“Well if all you’re going to do is stand there and laugh then feel free to go.” She states twirling around to the mess on the counter.

I glare at the back of her head before jumping from the stool and stand behind her. “You were the one who demanded me back here.”

I was careful to keep my tone even to prevent an argument with her. That never benefited me in anyway. In most cases I always got grounded or sent to my room. I would much rather be with Brody instead.

“That was before we knew where she was, but now we do, so you can go back to Olivia’s or with Blake until she arrives tonight. Just make sure you are back by eight. That’s when her plane lands.” She says dismissively.

“Mom for the last time it’s Brody not Blake. We haven’t gotten back together since you last saw me.” I say as calmly as I can.

Really? Was it this hard to remember? She does this to get under my skin. She doesn’t ever give up.

She sighs in annoyance. “Farrah I don’t have time for this right now. I have too many other things to worry about right now. Can you at least make yourself useful and go down to Regina’s Bakery and pick up Heather’s favorite pie before she gets here?”

Of course she would want me to go there of all places. Blake’s mom owned the shop. We had been going there ever since Blake and I had started dating. You would thing she would have the decency not to ask me to go there considering we not exactly the best of friends. I wasn’t even supposed to be around him right now. I promised Brody. Of course she didn’t know that part.

Maybe there is a small chance he won’t be there. I’ve never know him to hang around his mother’s shop. He always seemed to have other things to do. It should be fine.

I keep my eyes on my mother who actually seems to be quite serious about this and sigh. 

“I doubt I have a choice in the matter.” I mumble walking towards the door.

“Don’t forget! Be back by eight.” She yells after me before I close the door behind me.

Now that I was out of sight I was able to roll my eyes at her. Not that it did much good but it made me feel better. Sometimes she felt more like an evil stepmother than my actually mother. I hated that side of her, because I know at times she could actually be a decent loving mother. She just has a hard time showing it. Despite our differences I still love her. She’s my mom.

I close the door behind me after I get out of the car at the Bakery. The little pink shop was still just as cute as I remembered it. The cakes in the window were beautifully made as always and made my stomach crave one of the many cupcakes on the stand. The little lit up sign on the door displayed the name Sweet Delights. It was a name that Regina and Brandy had come up with when she opened the shop. Bake told me about it.

I was honestly surprised his dad let her have the shop, but after she convinced him it would give her something to do other than being a stay at home mom, since her kids were practically grown, he gave in. She had been doing well with it ever since.

I place my hand on the handle and pull the door open causing all the scents to hit me at once. It was enough to cause me stop and take it all in. It made me want one of everything. Especially those red velvet cupcakes she makes with the cream cheese icing and crumb sprinkles. I like to call them a little piece of heaven.

Come to think of it, so does she. That’s the name she gave them on the menu.

The glass cases greeted me as I take a step inside and let the door close behind me. Inside them were even more sweet treats. Pies, cakes, cookies, muffins, and even little truffles all sat there calling out to anyone who would look at them. It was hard for anyone not to.

The inside was just a pink as the out. It helped add to the atmosphere of it all. It defiantly had the upscale look to it. You could easily tell she had worked very hard on the place.

One time Regina had showed me pictures of what it used o look like before it was fixed up and it was like a whole other place in here. The walls were dark almost burnt out orange and the floor was tile not wood. Dust and cobwebs were gathered in every corner and there were sheets thrown over everything inside. It was not anything like it was now. Who would have thought an abandoned building could turn into this?

“I don’t believe my eyes. It can’t be.” Regina grins stepping from the back and walking behind the counter. “I was beginning to think I’d never see you around here again.”

I smile as soon as she comes around the counter and hugs me. Her grip was so tight I was barely able to breathe.

“You just saw me a couple of weeks ago when we were camping.” I chuckle as she lets me go.

“Yes, but that wasn’t exactly my best moment.” She says shaking her head. “How awful that we all came down with poison oak.”

“Yes, that wasn’t exactly ideal was it?”

The memories of what Brody had done still made me smile, but I made sure not to let her see me. I didn’t want her to think I was laughing at her. It was only meant for Blake.

“Oh well. I suppose we will have to take better cautious next time.”

If I could help it there wouldn’t be a next time. That was just too much time with Blake in my opinion. I don’t know how I ever did it before.

“So what are you here for?” She asks wrapping and arm around me and pulling me along.

She stops at the counter a few feet away and waits on my answer.

“I’m actually here to pick up a peach pie.”

“Running errands for Heather I see.” She chuckles before removing her arm.

She walks around the counter and opens the class case and pulls the pie from the shelf and proceeds to wrap it up.

“No, my mom’s.” I say tonelessly. “But it is for Heather.”

“Oh I see.” She says placing the pie in the box and handing it over. “Anything for you?”

I nod and raise my hand to point at the cupcake before she stops me.

“How silly of me of course.”

She picks the cupcake up and fits it into its own smaller box and hands it over as well. She still remembered.

“Thank you.” I smile accepting it before pulling out the money to pay, but she quickly objects to it.

“It’s on the house.”

As much as I appreciated her kindness I didn’t exactly feel comfortable taking gifts from Blake’s mom seeing as we weren’t together anymore. At least when we were together I could tolerate it, but now I was nothing more to her besides her son’s ex. I hardly think that status warranted gifts.

“No I insist.” I argue pulling out the money once again.

“I won’t accept it.” She says holding up her hands. “I want you to have it.”

I could see the determination in her eyes and knew I wasn’t going to win this one. She could be a stubborn woman when she wanted to be and she had no intentions to giving in to me. I may as well leave it as is.

I sigh and push the money further inside my pocket. “Fine. I should know better than to argue with you.”

The bell chimes inside the shop interrupting our brief argument as the new customers enter. Regina looks behind me and smiles brightly at the people net in line. I guess now would be a good time to leave so she can get back to work. There is no use in holding her up any longer.

“Mommy is that your friend?” A little girl’s voice rang in my ears.

As soon as I recognize it I whirl around in surprise coming in contact with Kristen and her two kids. The shock on my face must have been quite obvious with her laughing.

“You look like you have just seen a ghost. I don’t look that horrid do I?”

I shake my head and swallow the lump in my throat before glancing back at Regina. Had Blake told her about the kids? I had to admit that was a bit of a surprise. I honestly didn’t think he would.

“Hello sweetheart. What can I get for you?” She smiles greeting Hailey warmly.

“Cookie.” She cheers pointing to the chocolaty ones.  

“Good choice.” She nods.

I felt immense disappointment come over me at my moment of realization. I was right. Blake hadn’t told her. Had he even seen the kids after he found out about them? Surely he couldn’t be as shallow to ignore his own flesh and blood.

Oh how badly I wished I could his mom about them. Even though the situation isn’t exactly ideal she would love to know about her grandchildren. I know I should stay out of it though. It isn’t my business. It’s Blake and Kristen’s.

“Are you okay?” Kristen asks touching my shoulder in genuine concern.

I am brought out of my thoughts over her words.

“O-oh um…yeah, I’m fine.” I lie. “I was just leaving.”

I was suddenly feeling a bit claustrophobic. I think being inside this room with a family that didn’t even know they were family was a bit much. I think I needed some air.

“Do you want me to walk you out? You seem…off.” Her voice holds worry as the words come out.

“No.” I protest. “I’ll be fine. It’s just been a really weird day that’s all.”

“Okay.” She nods but still seeming unsure. “I guess I’ll see you on Monday then.”

“Yeah.” I smile and quickly head out the door.

My quick getaway probably seemed weird to her, but it would have been weirder if I had stayed. I somehow felt the urge to blame Blake for it. He was the reason I was in that situation in the first place. He should have told them and I wouldn’t have been in that position.

I welcomed the fresh arm with open arms. I’d never been so glad to get out of there than I did right now. I hope I am never in that position again and the next time I see Blake I think I’ll slap him. It was quite overdue.

As I fumbled for the keys to my car I nearly came close to dropping everything until a hand came out to grab it for me and took it from my hands. Hey, someone’s stealing my stuff!

I was all, but ready to fight the thief for my red velvet cup cake until I looked up and saw who it was holding it. Blake.

Well speak of the devil.

“Fancy seeing you here.” He grins leaning up against my car like he owned the thing.

Who did he think he was?

“Hi.” I say toneless reaching out for my stuff. “Can I have that back now?”

Before I can even grab it he pulls it back a little so that I can’t. “What’s the hurry?”

“None of your business.” Now hand over the cupcake and no one gets hurt.

He chuckles at my reply and complies. “Oh so that’s why you so grumpy.”

“I’m not grumpy.” I state. “I’m annoyed.”

This somehow seems to amuse him and makes no move to remove himself from my car.

“What did Brody do now? Fighting already?”

He looks much too pleased by that thought and I wanted to deck him then and there.

Geez Farrah, violent much?

Just then Brody’s request came to mind from earlier about staying away from Blake. I had promised him and now I had broken that promise. Of course that couldn’t exactly be helped but I certainly shouldn’t be making conversation with him. I should leave. That seems like the smart thing to do.

“No, actually.” I snap trying to get the keys from my pocketbook again.

This time I had a little more luck though. I bring the keys from the bag once I have them in my grasp and proceed to open the car door only to miss the lock and drop them. Curse me for not replacing the battery in my keyless entry.

Just when I tough it couldn’t get any worse the bad slips off my shoulder and I bend down to get it the same time Blake does and half my things fall out of the purse.

Ugh, why me? Why now?

“Let me help.” He insists picking up a few of the items.

At this point I was too upset to stop him. I sit the boxes in my lap before I gather the things as fast as I can in hopes of preventing him from coming across anything embarrassing. As I place the items back inside however, the worst thing imaginable happened. A sharp pain goes through my finger causing me to gasp.

No! Not now!

Why did I ever put that stupid metal nail file in my pocketbook? I should have realized that was a dangerous place for it. Stupid, stupid, stupid Farrah!

I felt myself grow nauseous at just the thought of it. After exposing it to the air and coming face to face with it I hear Blake groan beside me.

“Don’t look at it.” He orders me taking my hand from in front of my face.

I nod listening to him and look away.

I tried to hide my annoyance that he had came to my rescue twice now concerning my blood issue and focus on the more important issue, getting through this.

This time wasn’t as bad as the others thankfully because this time it was just a prick on the finger. It has been a lot worse.

“If only I had a band aid so you won’t have to see it.” He says.

“In my pocketbook side pocket.” I answer automatically.

He gives me an odd look but checks the pocket and then becomes amused. He pulls out my first aid kit and holds it up.  

“Seriously?” He chuckles. “You really carry this around with you?”

“You never know when it might come in handy.” I shrug.

“And how do you expect to use it when you can’t even look at blood?”

“It seems to work well right now.” I state.

He continues to laugh at me as he nurses my wound and I do my best not to let it get to me. After all he was helping me. When he finally releases my hand I quickly stand up to prevent a repeat of the camping trip. I certainly didn’t want him misreading anything and allowing him to be too close to me for too long just might do that.

“Thank you.” I say awkwardly, straightening out my shirt.

“Let me drive you home. I can have Hunter come pick me up bring me back here when your home.” He says placing his hand on my arm to stop me from getting inside the car.

Although I wasn’t exactly feeling the completely back to normal I was perfectly capable of driving myself home. I’m not an invalid for goodness sakes.

I quickly shake my head at him. Brody would not like that. “No. I’m fine, really.”

“I was just being nice. I’m not going to let you drive. I know how blood affects you.”

“I’m getting better.”

“I don’t care,” he says twirling my keys around my finger. “I’m taking you anyway.”

I huff as he hopes in the driver side and leans over to open the passenger side door.

Again, who does he think he is?

“I can’t sit here all day.” He warns when I don’t move. “I’ll carry you if I have to.”

My eyes grow as big as saucers at his threat and I don’t leave him anytime to make good on it. Within seconds I was on the passenger side snapping my seatbelt as he started the car. Great, just great. Wait till Brody hears about this.

As we speed down the road Blake fumbled with my radio trying to find a god station but quickly gives up and turns it off. Great, Silence. That will make this less awkward.

I sigh and lean my head back on the seat and close my eyes. Maybe if I do this I can pretend he’s not even here.

“Farrah?”

Or not. I hadn’t figured on him talking to me.

“Yeah?” I reply.

“Where were you this weekend?”

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