Blair

Unknown number - blair?

Uknown number - blair can you pls answer me?

Unknown number - look im sorry ok?

Unknown number - just hear me out

My brows contorted looking at the four text messages sent from an unfamiliar number.

"What is it?" Drew focused on me.

"I don't know this nu..." I trailed off, the first set of numbers displayed on my screen started to become familiar.

"Oh my god no," I flip my textbook off my lap. Drew and I currently sit across from each other on the white cloud like rug in my basement, with my school assignment sheets scattered.

Homework is just such a joy isn't it? Note the sarcasm.

I'm doing my work, Drew stopped to 'check his phone' and has been on for half an hour now.

"Who is it?"

"Yeah I think I'm gonna need a restraining order," I nodded.

"Tell me who it is!" He grew irritated.

"It's..." My face scrunched in disgust. "It's Chris."

"Who?"

I gave an exasperated sigh. "Chris Ames. He's been trying to talk to me ever since you know. . . my s-"

"Yeah," He nodded, stopping me from bringing up the sensitive topic. Seems like he didn't want to remind himself of it either.

"And he just wont leave me alone," I groaned into my hands.

"Sweetie he obviously has a crush on you," Drew chuckled.

"What?" I remove my hands from my face.

"Let me see your phone," He reached over, but I snatched it from his reach.

"Why?" I eyed him skepticism.

"I'm just gonna mess with him a little," He fails to contain his mischievous smirk when he grabbed my phone.

"Drew give me my phone. I can handle him," I lunged for my case-less phone. But he stood up from the carpet, beginning to pace the room. His thumbs rapidly tapping at my screen.

"Drew! Gimme my phone!" I stood up from my Indian styled position. I hear him snort as he continues to tap away at my phone.

"Drew if I tell you one more time," I warned. The corners of his lips pulled into his radiant smile and he turned his back to me.

"Drew!" I whined angrily, leaping onto his back.

He broke out into a fit of laughs as my arms reached over his shoulders. He continued to move my phone out of my reach each time I tried to get a hold of it. The more he laughed, it became contagious. Before I know it, I'm laughing along with him.

"Ok ok, here," Drew's laughs subside as he hands me back my phone. I slid off his back, adjusting my red and white flannel that hung on my hips. And started to scroll through the messages.

Unknown number - just hear me out

Blair - lol i dont think so buddy

Unknown number - who is this? is this blair?

Blair - ha, no. no it's not. im blairs bf. so i suggest you kindly step off

"Smart."

"Oh it gets better," Drew sat himself on the sectional, folding his arms across his chest. Clearly satisfied with his work.

Unknown number - and who might you be?

Blair - the person that's coming to beat you

I snorted. "Coming to beat you?"

"Eh he's a sophomore, doesn't take a lot to scare 'em. Keep reading," Drew urged, I can practically hear his smile as my eyes were still fixed on my phone.

Unknown number - you dont know where i live

Blair - best believe i will find you

Unknown number - you can't hurt me. my brother is a boxer

Blair - pfft ill screw him up too

Unknown number - im calling the police!

Blair - ...i mean you could, but the solution to this is simple. just stop texting her

Blair - so i think this is the part where you go cry about it to your mother...?

"Drew?"

He hummed in response.

"You just might be a genius," I nodded, seeing that Chris stopped replying. It didn't even take him much to scare the kid off.

"I don't think you'll be needing that restraining order."

"Yeah," I took a seat on the couch beside him. "Who needs one when I have a psychotic boyfriend," I joked and he chuckled in return.

The faded sound of the doorbell makes my ears perk.

"Stay here, I'll be back," I get up from the couch, heading back up the stairs. That's strange, I'm not expecting anyone.

When I swung the door open, my eyes bulged. A feeling I couldn't quite describe developed in the pit of my stomach.

"Hi Blair," She greeted me in a soft voice. She wears a pair of light washed jeans and a sheer white top. A white tank underneath. Regular clothes.

"What do you want Mom?" I crossed my arms over my chest.

"I just..." She fiddled with her fingers. "I just want to talk."

I laughed harshly. "About what? The weather? Because far as I'm concerned we have nothing to talk about."

"Please Blair," She pleaded.

"Blair who is it?" I turned to face Drew with his dark thick brows pulled in a furrow.

"Wait here," I told my mother gruffly, taking Drew by the arm. Dragging him into the kitchen. His footsteps failed to match my speed as he lagged behind me.

"Is that your-"

"Yes Drew, it's my mother, and I don't want her here."

"You should talk to her though," He advised.

"You sound just like my father," I turned my head away from him.

"Blair she's your mother."

"She may have given birth to me, but she's not my mother. You get that straight," I shot at him.

"Look, I know she's done some pretty messed up things, but just maybe she deserves to be heard by her daughter. I would give anything to have a conversation with my mother right now," Drew said adamantly, on the verge of anger.

I furrowed my brows. "What-what are you talking about?"

"My mother was murdered five years ago. And then same man took my sister. Never found who the culprit was," Agitation laced his tone.

He lost a sister too?

"How many years are you two apart?" I wondered, my voice just above a soft whisper.

"Eleven months."

Dead air fell over us as I began to think over what he just said. He lost his mother. While I'm sitting here refusing to talk to mine.

But that still didn't change the fact of what that woman has said and done. I was doing just fine without her. Just seeing her face opens up old wounds from her knife cutting words.

"I gotta go," Drew pulls me out of my trench deep thoughts. "Just see what she has to say," He tells me before his figure disappears out of the kitchen.

I heaved a deep sigh, walking back to the open front door.

"Can I come in?"

I grudgingly gestured to the inside of the house, signaling she could enter. She sauntered in hesitatingly, into the formal loving room.

Drew then emerged from the basement with all of his belongings and headed for the door. He nodded, sending me the silent message that this was the right thing to do.

Before I know it, his car is pulling out of my driveway and speeding down the street.

"This should be good," I muttered to myself. I walked into the formal living room, taking a seat on the plush sofa. My mother sat on the love seat positioned across from me.

"I called your father," She informs me. "He's on his way here."

And it just keeps getting better. I nodded and a few minutes of awkward silence passes us by.

"So was that your boyfriend? Mom cuts through the silence. "He kind of looks familiar."

The question struck me as a surprise. "What are we girlfriends now?"

Creases formed on her forehead when she frowned. "I just wanted to-"

"Know?" I cut her off and let out another sarcastic laugh. "Yeah, because we can have a normal conversation five months after you confessed you didn't want me. . . or Blake," I lay the guilt on thick.

"Blair, I promise I'm going to explain to you and your father."

"Yeah I don't think there's much to explain. Quite frankly, I don't know why you bothered coming back."

She sighed in frustration and decided to just stop talking all together. Good.

After a few more painfully slow minutes, my Dad walks in through the door. I gave a smug smile and both him and Mom exchange an awkward nonverbal greeting. He sets his leather work bag down before taking a seat next me.

"I know this is out of the blue," She started. "But I just wanted to explain."

"Enlighten us," I replied.

She took a deep breath before speaking. "I ended up staying with a co-worker of mine after I left. Lexa Richardson. That's where I've been for the past few months."

"And over that time period, I've had a lot time to reflect on on myself and my behavior. I know, I've been a terrible mother and you have every right to never talk to me again after this."

"I'm not going to deny what I said on that night. Because that's honestly how I felt back then, and I would be lying if I said I didn't feel the same way a few months ago. But I regret feeling that. I really do."

"Lexa really helped me too, she kind of gave me a wake up call you know? That I need to realize what beautiful gift I have in my life. The greatest value in the world is family. And I neglected mine," Her eyes starting to well up with tears.

You've got to be kidding me, I thought to myself as I started to feel my eyes burn with moisture involuntarily.

"Even when Blake yelled at me that day, I was starting to feel regretful," At this point her tears were rolling and she swiped them away quickly.

She sniffled. "I visit her grave too sometimes. I miss her and I hate myself for not appreciating her more," Her voice shook. "And I understand if you still hate me Blair. Even you Robert. I just wanted you two to know."

I quickly wipe off the single tear that slid down my cheek. Once again silence has taken it's course. But silence is just what we needed right now. To think. My mother shut her eyes for a few moments as my father massaged his temples.

I'm split in between emotions right now. Should I forgive her? Or continue to let her drown in her regrets? But at the same time, I'm somewhat happy she feels the way she does.

I just don't know wether to let her back in or just go back to hating her. Back to my new sense of normality. Then a memory struck my mind. Almost like lightening.

* f l a s h b a c k *

"God I hate her," I rest my head against the window as Blake started driving.

"No you don't, don't say that," Blake tells me sternly.

"Well it's the truth."

"Blair I don't know why you even try to get away with these things. You know mom."

"Well maybe if she wasn't such a little b-"

"Blair!" Blake yells.

"Ok stop acting like your my mother! Because your not! You're just as bad as she is!"

*e n d o f f l a s h b a c k*

The promise. I promised myself I would try to become a better person. This was a perfect yet tricky opportunity to carry out with it.

"I'm not saying that I forgive you," I spoke up and both my parents gave me their attention. "What you said, stays with me and I think it always will. But if you're willing to try and be a real mother. . ." I took a breath, making sure I really wanted to go through with this. "Then maybe I'll be willing to try and move past it, and it's not gonna be overnight."

Dad took my hand in his, giving it a loving squeeze as he smiled with approval. He reached over to my mother and she slipped her hand in his. My mother then looked to me and extended her arm to me.

My hand hovered over hers hesitantly for a moment. I slowly put my hand in hers and her lips curved into a small smile.

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A/N > taylor family reunite lol. This is the longest chapter I've ever written. but long chaps are good every once in a while 😉

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