Hello, and welcome to Last Call, a Trust in Hope original. Haha, just kidding. As you know, this is the sequel to Mull This Over. I haven't finished writing it yet, so posts will not be as frequent AT ALL. Sorry. But I hope you love it. Again, Jonas Brothers aren't mine, but the plot and other characters are so please don't steal. This is just the epilogue. I'll be posting a chapter shortly after. Thank you all again for reading Mull (and Phase). You guys give me a reason for writing. Enjoy!
EPILOGUE
"I just worry about you so much. You're my only daughter, Connor," my mother released the death-grip she had on my hand, letting me turn to slam the trunk of my jeep shut. I tried to force a smile as I wrapped my arms around her in and uncomfortable embrace. It had been this was between us for a month now, ever since I came home from Trenton Rehabilitation Center. I was too tall to be hugging my mother. I loomed over her five-foot stature by a good ten inches. Everything was making this situation awkward.
"I know mom. I'll call you from Virginia." I placed a light kiss on her cheek before sliding into the drivers seat. The cool air blasting from the vents brushed away the New Jersey heat that had caused a sweat to break. I slowly turned the key in the ignition, hearing the low rumble of the engine starting.
"You be good. Virginia is only six hours away If your father reports back to me with even one negative comment, I'll be there faster then you can blink, ready to kick your ass," she added a wink for good measure as I forced a laugh.
"All right mom, but you know I'll be nothing but an angel." Apparently, that was hilarious, because it sent my mom into a fit of laughter. She grabbed the opened door, steadying herself until she caught her breath,
"You crack me up. Take care, okay?" She slammed the door shut, a longing smile lining her bright red lips. I had to take in my mother's small stature again; I had to keep the memory of her fresh, so I could cherish it all summer. Honey blonde curls and vibrant green eyes reflecting off of deeply tanned skin. That brush of freckles sprinkled across the bridge of her button nose. Thank God I was blessed as the spitting image of Danielle Sullivan, because she was drop dead gorgeous.
I backed out of the long driveway as I waved, pressing the pedal to the floor and speeding off. The more distance I put between us, the quicker my mother's sad smile faded into a simple memory. I was driving six hours to Farmville, Virginia to spend my summer on my uncle's farm. My cousins, Delilah and Ashley, had invited me. Ashley just got married and Delilah has basically just finished her first tour. It was supposed to be the summer of laying low at the family farm. Oh, fun!
All the doctors at detox said this would be best if I wanted to stay clean. Change is always the best medicine, they all said. They assured me that a change like this was for the best. Too bad I didn't believe it.