Love at First Night - Chapter 122

It was time, Evelyn squeezed my hand and when I looked at her she shook her head.

“I had changed my mind,” she said regretting already her decision without even stepping into my mother’s house.

“You can do it,” I whispered.

“I can’t.” She turned around and took a few steps behind before our mother finally came to open the door.

I heard her cursing under her breath and then turning around once again.

She took my hand as if she was a kid needy of help and reassurance.

“I am so glad you’re here. Finally, you remembered about your mother!” Mom exclaimed drifting her gaze between Evelyn and then back to me.

Probably not understanding there was something off.

We walked in with Evelyn still gawking at me scared and worried.

“Come I made some brownies.” She welcomed us into the kitchen.

“We came here because…”

Evelyn kicked me gently under the table to force me to be quiet because she probably wasn’t ready yet for the big confession.

I bit my tongue to refrain the complaining and then glowered at her.

“Thanks for the brownie,” Evelyn said slouching forward to take a brownie and bit it vigorously.

Then she passed me a brownie as well and said, “eat it.”

Fine then, I took a bite of the brownie, accepting to change the matter and wait for her to be ready before telling mom.

“How is your work going?” Mom asked Evelyn.

Evelyn cleared her voice before biting the brownie once again. She swallowed down the mouthful of the cake then she gazed at our mother, “It’s going well.”

I wondered if she lied again, I couldn’t even decipher a hint of response from her facial muscles, to let me deduce if she was lying or not. I guess at that point she probably got used to lying.

“What about Julien? He was so sweet to surprise you. He is a good one.”

Hearing her comment we peered at each other, silence covered us and for some instant the tension was palpable.

“Mom … look…” Evelyn started, her voice so low that it wasn’t almost hearable.

Her gaze dropped to the table, she took another bite, not of gluttony but nervousness. She chewed the soft cake slowly, mentally preparing a speech, and then swallowed down loudly. My mother widened her eyes, realizing something was off about the situation. She rested her hand on her chest and then massaged her forehead

“Oh god…” she whispered in a voice full of concern, “you two are breaking up.”

Worst mom.. worst. I thought to myself. If her reaction was that to a potential break up what could she do when she heard they had never truly dated.

Evelyn’s gaze didn’t depart from the table yet and I could picture her thoughts as a wuthering storm too agitated to be combined in words.

“Evelyn!” At the imminent rise of voice, Evelyn’s gaze drifted to meet mine and warily glanced at me waiting for me to give her a sign that she had my support. I hinted at a nod and I smile so she took a long breath.

“We didn’t break up.”

Angie -our mother- smiled revealed, little did she know that Evelyn hadn’t finished her sentence yet.

“We were never together.”

Angie froze, her staring turned blankly and her eyebrows frowned forming so many creases in her forehead I had never noticed before.

“I…”

Our mother stood up, putting two and two together and her face morphed in realization and shock. At the abrupt sudden stanking up she hit the table involuntarily which trembled for the sudden trug.

“My friend Elaine was right!” Her voice yelled. “She told me you liked females but I always thought she was messing with me. I would have never thought you would be caple of doing something like this to me.”

Her eyes filled with anger and her voice resonated in the room.

“What did I do wrong with you too huh??” She blurted out, none of us was surprised although, rather disappointed. We would have been more surprised if she didn’t react that way. I held my breath wishing she would stop that scene before it was too late.

But Angie didn’t. She glowered at me and pointed her trembling finger against me. “Lily is alone, cheated on because she put her work before any man and you! You don’t even like men? What does it even mean? When I was young those things didn’t exist. You two are going to drive me insane.”

She dug her hands in her hair as if she simulated ripping her hair off for her concern and desperation. I could feel my anger boiling in the veins yet when my gaze unconscious fell on Evelyn I revealed staggering anger in her facial muscles.

She even grew red off anger. She was going to explode in fury as well.

“Mom, You knew?”

My mother didn’t reply to her, ready to begin to scold her again but this time Evelyn anticipated her.

“You knew? And still, you had never helped me? Never had you asked me how I was or if I needed help?” Her voice broke and tears began falling down her tears.

“Do you know how many times I wanted to come to you or to anyone to tell them how I felt just because I wanted to feel understood, loved, and not wrong and judged?”

“What should I have said to you? Thanks, Evelyn for betraying me? You even wanted me to console you? Have you lost your mind? That’s ridiculous!”

Evelyn’s tears dripped down her face running fast even if she kept wiping them off as if she didn’t want to see how much our mother’s words touched her.

“Yes, I had lost my mind for thinking you could accept me and that you could be for once a good mother.”

Evelyn finally spat all her anger out leaving my mother completely shaken and speechless that she remained silent.

Evelyn dried her tears, “we shall go. It’s not worth it.” She said with the little voice she still had. Then she walked to the door she opened it hastily and slammed it close. We got out of the car quickly to leave as soon as possible.. She didn’t say a word on our way out and not even during her ride home.