Good afternoon! :) Here I'm again. I'm really happy that you're still interested and I loved reading your reviews. I hope you like it and I'd love to hear from you, just say anything you want, I'm all ears. ;) Have a nice week you all! ;)
PD2: I didn't have time to proofread. Sorry, guys. ;)
siophiefandom: The Pam situation was funny to write. :) Paige doesn't think her ex orchestrated the encounter, but I guess it must not be nice to be put through that. xD Thank you for your support! :D
naiel2017: Paige is being a bit unfair, I'm with you on that. However, we still don't know what's going through her head because we basically saw Emily's point of view of the story. Now Paige is the bad one, but I hope you change your mind. xD Thank you so much! ;)
warrior29: Thank you! I'm glad you're enjoying after the long hiatus. :D
Guest #1: Hahaha. Pam was just being a protective mom. :D
MJ: I'm happy you are enjoying the comeback. ;) I know things are a little bit tense between the two of them, but I assure you I'm planning on solving that problem. :D You will have to deal with it while I handle this mess. ;) Have a good week you too! :)
Guest #2: We all hate Paige a little bit for her behavior, but I know you're great Paily fans and that you will be smiling once they reunite. :D I'm with you on the suffering part. xD Thank you so much!
IT'S NEVER TOO LATE
: Chapter 37 – Mommy to the Rescue:
I walk at a fast pace. My mom got early as usual and is calling me non-stop. She's very impatient and she's been waiting for at least twenty minutes at the café. I'm a very punctual person, but we were supposed to meet thirty minutes later, so I'm obviously not there. I hate when she does that because it seems like I didn't make it on time and it's my fault she's alone. I love her, but she doesn't learn about that and I needed to go for a walk to clear my mind.
The phone rings again and I sigh. I don't even say hello. "Mom, I'm on my way. I won't get earlier just because you keep calling me!" I exclaim.
"You are really loving, honey," she adds laughing at the same time. "I'm sorry, but I'm getting bored."
I shake my head, she's making me more nervous. "Read the newspaper, mom. What do you want me to say?" I know I'm being rude even though she's provoking me, but these last days with the whole Paige issue have been rough and I realized my patience is wearing out every day it goes by.
"Oh, sweetie. I'm dying to kiss you. I missed you."
I know she's not joking about that. My anger suddenly disappears. I missed her too.
"I missed you too, mom. Although you can be a pain in the ass," I tease her, provoking laughter. "See you soon." I end the call and I realize I arrived to my destination. I stop and look at the façade for a brief moment. This place brings so many memories. It makes me remember about Paige, this was one of our top places to have breakfast, lunch or dinner. It's going to be odd to be back here after five years. And the weirdest part of it will be not seeing Hanna behind the counter greeting me with her big smile. She always made me happy even though I had a shitty day, but she deserves to spend some quality time with her newborn daughter.
The moment I enter the café I see my mom running towards me with a huge smile on her face. She embraces me and starts kissing me on my right cheek non-stop. She's squeezing me really hard and the kissing doesn't end. I can't help but smile, and I'm not the one, the people inside are grinning at us.
"Mom, you're making it really difficult to keep breathing," I joke.
"Oh, I missed you, honey." She doesn't pull away.
"People are staring at us, mom," I insist, laughing.
"I don't care, Emily. My little girl is back and I'm happy."
"I love you too, mom."
She pulls away and I see a tear running down her cheek. I wipe it and then give her an affectionate kiss on that same cheek. "I'm a little but hungry," I say, signaling at an empty table.
She looks at me with absolute attention and I realize she's examining my obvious thinness.
"I understand you're hungry. What happened?" She seems worried. I walk towards the table and she follows me. I keep speaking once we occupy our table.
"It's nothing, mom. I will gain back the weight I lost in no time. We didn't have a lot of spare time back there and we ate small quantities of very healthy food, so that's why," I say, pointing at my body.
"Is that all?"
I frown at her. "Yes, it is. What are you implying?"
"Maybe you lost weight because of your personal situation and…" I interrupt her before she says something that I don't want to talk about with her. I want to enjoy her company and avoid awkward conversations.
"Don't go there, mom. I am back and everything is fine, okay?" She nods, but I can see that she's not going to leave this issue so easily.
"What about your future?" She looks worried.
"What about it?" I ask. I don't know what she's referring to. I mean, nobody knows what the future awaits. I didn't have time to think about that yet with everything that is going on.
"Are you going to stay?"
I smirk at her. "I'm planning on staying, mom." I squeeze her hand and she gives me a reassuring look. "I am going to look for a job. I hope I'm lucky. However, if I don't find a job, I will expand horizons. I hope you understand it."
"I don't want you to leave again. I want my daughter here. But if you choose to leave, I will respect your decision. You're a clever woman."
"I appreciate that, mom." I smile at her. It feels really good to be accepted by your mom. I take a sip of my coffee and enjoy the nice moment we are sharing.
A text that I receive at that moment ruins the happy family scene. I hear a beep and I instantly check my phone. The text brings my anger back. The look of disapproval that I give my mom makes her feel awkward. I have a feeling she knows what this is about.
"What did you do, mom?" She starts finger tapping on the table, a sign that shows she's nervous about what is going to happen afterwards. My frown at her doesn't help her nervousness go away.
"I… just…" I interrupt her, anger has taken over me and I can't think properly. Everything was going on so well and she had to ruin everything. That's so her.
"Why did you do that? It's not your business, mom! When are you going to learn not to meddle?" I raise my voice, I'm really upset. The few people at the café suddenly set their eyes on our table.
"I'm really sorry, honey. I really am. But I saw her and I felt the urge to make a little bit of justice. She didn't respect you and I needed to vent of. I needed to defend my daughter." She looks sad.
"I don't need protection, mom. I'm not a little girl, I'm an adult and I don't need help dealing with my stuff. You just need to stop doing such things," I reply, trying to lower my voice to attract more attention.
She squeezes my hand and I see a tear on her cheek. Seeing my mom cry is one of my weaknesses, so I calm down a little bit. "I'm really sorry, Emily," she insists. "I won't do anything like that in the future. I promise." I sigh. I'm still a little bit angry, but I can't stand seeing her like that. I somehow understand her reaction, even if I don't like what she provoked. I mean, moms always want to protect their kids. My behavior towards Paige was neutral and I wanted to keep it that way so I didn't suffer more, but this little chat my mom had with her changes everything. The weird thing about this matter is that even though Paige didn't like the situation, she still wants to talk to me. I know it shouldn't make me happy, but I can't help but feel somehow flattered. I hate that I still have feelings for her. She hurt me and I should forget her, but that's not going to be easy if she keeps being part of my life. You can't forget about someone that is so present.
"Do you forgive me?" She wipes her tears and that makes me feel like a monster. I know I had a good reason to be angry at her, but she is my mom and I can't be mad at her. I nod at her and she gives me a shy smile.
"It's okay, mom. But I warn you…"
"It won't happen again. I assure you I won't do anything," she adds before I finish speaking. She caresses my cheek and I smile at her.
"I'm just curious… What did you say to her?" She smiles at my question. It seems like she's proud of her scolding to my ex. That makes me a little bit proud of my mom. Although I told her that I was an adult and I didn't need her protection, it kind of feels good to know your mom is always going to be supporting you no matter what.
We spend the rest of the day together, catching up. It was good to have her here, but everything ends. She is going to take a bus back to Rosewood because she has to go to work tomorrow, but we both decide to meet soon enough. I have the feeling the mother daughter bond is strongly growing and it makes me feel fantastic given our past.
After I leave my mom at the bus terminal, I walk to Hanna's place. I want to see the baby because she somehow makes me feel calmer. Besides, I'd love to talk to Hanna. I really missed our conversations. I decide not to call her, the doctor told her she needed to rest, so I guess she'll be at home with the baby. I ring the doorbell and wait. When I realize who opens the door, my excitement immediately disappears. Her face, however, irradiates happiness.
"Hey. I didn't know you were coming." Her beautiful smile makes me feel weak and I hate that she still has that effect on me.
"I just… I thought…" I stutter. "Hanna?" It's like I forgot to talk properly.
"She is making some errands. Come in," she says, maintaining the door wide open.
"I came to see Hanna. So… I'm going to leave," I add abruptly. I turn around and walk as fast as my legs allow me to. I hear her yelling my name, but I ignore her. She was looking after her niece, so I know she won't follow me and leave her alone. That makes me feel better. I prefer not to interact with her, I won't allow myself to commit the same mistake I did a few years ago. I deserve happiness and she's not going to give me that. She's actually going to do the opposite, she's going to make my life a living hell.
I leave Hanna's place with a single thought on my mind. I need to forget her if I want to stop suffering. I go directly to my place and take a cold shower that helps me think with more clarity. I eat a sandwich and get ready to get out. There's a lesbian pub close to my place and I need a drink, so I decide to go there. It may seem desperate, but I need to escape from my reality.
After walking two blocks, I enter the place and I take a seat on an empty stool at the bar. I ask for a beer and wait till the bartender puts the bottle right in front of me. I gulp the silver liquid due to the anxiousness I'm feeling. I order another beer and another one follows that one. I suddenly start feeling a little bit tipsy. I'm not used to drinking alcohol and I knew this would happen. I'm focused on drinking, I don't raise my head from the counter to even look around. I'm caught up in the sole activity of getting drunk. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I forget about Paige for a moment, so that's a win. I suddenly feel a presence next to me. A brunette is smiling at me.
"May I?" she asks, smiling and pointing at the empty stool. I nod to avoid being rude, but I don't think I can be a good company in my sad state. "Going through something rough?" She seems interested in me.
"Am I so predictable?" I answer back.
She smirks at me. "I've been observing you and you look like you want to break a record drinking beer," she jokes. She has a beautiful smile. Or at least that's the signal my dizzy sight is sending my mind.
"It was a rough day, sure" I add. "I don't think you coming here was a good idea." My words actually sound a little bit rude, even if that was not my intention. "I'm a mess."
She grins at me. "I will leave if I'm bothering you. I just was curious what such a pretty girl was doing alone in here." A sexy smile follows her words. I look at her curiously. She's really attractive.
"I'm sorry for being so rude," I apologize. "It was a shitty day."
"Do you want to share it with me?"
"Only if you invite me to another beer," I tease her. I am actually having fun with her. I needed this, a brief moment with no negative thoughts about my life.
She smiles at me. "I don't think drinking another beer is such a good idea." A shy smirk follows her words. She is cute. "Will you tell me if I invite you to a soda?"
I laugh. "You win, miss cute smile." She smiles me again. "But I don't want to bore you."
"You won't. I don't have anything better to do," she jokes.
"Don't you think I should know your name before I share my intimacies with a total stranger?" She laughs. The movement of her head makes her perfume hit my nostrils. She smells really good.
"My name is Maya."
"Fuck no!" I exclaim. I burst into laughter, this must be a joke.
"What is going on?" she asks, impressed at my reaction.
"That was my ex's name." I can't help but laugh.
"If she was a bitch you can call me… I don't know… maybe Alicia?" I laugh at her joke.
"I can't believe it."
"So… tell me about it, please" she adds after handing me the soda and taking a sip of her bottle of beer.
I tell her the whole story of Paige and how she failed me. I also tell her that I can't forget about her and she confesses me she also had a girlfriend that broke her heart. We spend almost two hours talking without even noticing that time is passing by. I am actually enjoying her company.
My happiness fades away when I look at the front door and I see Alison and Paige entering the pub. I rub my eyes to prove that the effect of alcohol is not making me see things that are not really happening. Unluckily, the nightmare is back.
"Shit!" I exclaim. Maya looks at me trying to figure out what is going on. "This city is huge but she had to come to this exact fucking bar!" I'm feeling anxious. I don't know what to do.
"What is wrong?" Maya looks at me with no clue of what is actually bothering me.
I point at her and she looks impressed. "Is that her?" I nod. "The blonde one?" I shake my head when I realize she's referring to Alison. "She's hot," she adds.
"I know she is hot, that's why she's making me have all these feelings," I admit. "I need to leave now!" I abruptly say.
Maya holds my arm and caresses it. "You need to stop running away. She can't control your life anymore. Do you hear me?" She looks me in the eye and I nod at her. The way she's handling the situation is really sexy.
I look at the corner where they're standing and the worst thing happens. Alison brings her body towards her by placing her hands on her hips and kisses her. Seeing her tongue play with Alison's makes me sick.
"I just can't," I say, completely defeated. I can't bear this.
"Don't look at them. Forget she's here and focus on the important things," she adds, pointing at herself and giving me a cocky smile. I smile. I look at them again and Paige suddenly diverts her attention towards me, her happiness turning into surprise. I avert her gaze and focus on Maya.
"So you're saying I should focus on you, right?" I flirt with the beautiful girl sitting in front of me. She cockily nods at me. "Are you flirting with me?" I tease her.
"Am I being so obvious that a drunk girl noticed my move?" she jokes. I move the stool closer to hers and I focus my attention at her lips. She bites her lips and that makes me want to taste her.
"Are you going to kiss me or not?" A smirk follows my question and a few seconds later she hungrily kisses me. The kiss was better than expected. I surround her neck with my hands to bring her closer to me and kiss her again. The touch of her tongue makes me moan.
"Let's get out of here," I add, a little bit breathless. I hold her hand and she follows me. "I'd love to go to your place." She smirks at me and we leave the pub. I feel Paige's stare, but I ignore it and I don't even look at her. Ignoring her is the best thing I can do right now.
The next morning I wake up with a little bit of hangover. I sigh and jump out of bed. I suddenly remember I'm not at my bedroom. I look at the girl that I had sex with last night. I can't believe I did this. It's not that I'm ashamed of it, but it feels weird to go pick up girls alone after such a long time. I look at her, she seems in peace. She's still sleeping. She seemed attractive last night, but alcohol can alter the way we see things, so I look at her now that I'm sober. She's really pretty, my mind was not playing games with me. I grab the phone to look what time is it. I realize someone sent me a text. I already told Spencer that I was not going home, so I don't think it's her. Maybe it's my mom. When I realize who the sender is I sigh. I'm starting to grow a little tired of her texts. It feels like torture. I open it and I suddenly feel butterflies in my stomach.
"If your intention was to make me jealous, you were successful."
'Does she really enjoy making me suffer?'
To be continued…
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