Send It To My Phone

Chapter 17: The Meeting

"Blake! Come on!" I heard the yelling again. I let out a small yelp and pulled the covers off my body. I stomped my way over to the door and yanked it open. Sophie looked angry as she took me in.

"What the fuck do you want? You ruined my good dream." I said, crossing my arms over my chest. Sophie only rolled her eyes at my statement.

"I could careless about whatever wet dream you were having with Kate, but fix yourself. Mom is going to be here soon." She said. She quickly turned, smacking me in the face with her ponytail. I narrowed my eyes at her as she descended the stairs. I turned around and slammed the door. I know it has only been like 5 hours since Sophie reminded me of this awful event going on today, but I did not want to remember it.

My mom doesn't deserve to be welcomed with warm arms. She left my father and I for some douche bag millionaire. Apparently being rich is way more important than your family. She fucked it up and now she wants to be back. She expects us to have forgiven her for cheating on my dad with her new husband. I know I haven't.

The only reason Sophie has was because she wanted to live in California. She decided to forget about my mom's fucked up mistake and have a chance to start over in a different state. I chose to stay with my dad and hate her forever. Even my dad forgave her. He blames himself for working too much, but I think it was just greed that took over my mom's self control.

I heard my phone vibrate from my dresser, distracting myself from any more thoughts of the evil villain in my life. I walked over to it and grabbed the device. It was a text from Asher.

hey bro, it's cool if i come over to meet your mom right?

I rolled my eyes upon reading Asher's words. I couldn't careless if he met her. He's not just my best friend but also Sophie's boyfriend. If that shit is important for her, than do whatever you please.

idgaf. i hate my mom remember?

I sent the text back and placed my phone on the dresser. I walked over to my bathroom and started up the shower. I was pretty sure I still smelled like smoke and beer. My mom would definitely mention it and the rest of the crap I do.

After I was finally done with my shower, I changed into a pair of dark jeans and a plain white tee. I put on my black converse and let my hair do whatever it pleased. I wasn't trying to impress anyone. I walked out of my room, with my phone in my back pocket, and went down the stairs. Once I reached the ground floor, I was instantly hit with an amazing smell. I rounded the corner and came face to face with an unusual crowd of people in the living room.

"Good morning, son." My father said seeing my presence. I gave him a tight lip smile and focused on the two people I hadn't seen.

"Oh Blake, how are you my boy?" My mother said. Her blond locks had been dyed a black color when she left. Now they were a shiny almost gold color. I bet she did that to try to win me back, having her normal hair color. I then looked at her face. It was caked with makeup and her outfit screamed trophy wife. She changed and not for the best.

"Lily." I stated in a monotone voice. The fake smile my mother had plastered on her face was beginning to falter. I internally smirked at the small victory.

"Sit Blake." My father ordered. I nodded, taking a seat next to my sister. Sophie gave me a small sideways glance and looked back down at her food.