: Chapter 40
Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste
I opened the door slowly, anxiety crawling in my stomach. The house is oddly quiet which was weird.
There should be shouts of anger from dad towards Arden. Telling him that what he had done was wrong and uncalled for. But there isnât. Itâs just silent.
I shut the door with a soft thud and readjusted the bag strap. Ryan had just dropped me off a few seconds ago.
But someone was missing and that was Arden. It led me to believe that he hadnât gotten off the hook this time and he was probably at home.
I looked around the entire school for him with the help of Blake and a worried Rosalie. But we hadnât seen him and could not get in touch since he wasnât picking up his phone.
Liam hadnât been at school today because of suffering a broken ankle last night so there was no way heâd know where Arden was.
In Rosalie words âthe doofus tried to skate but ended up falling down on his ankleâ. I promise to visit him when I got the chance.
After all heâs like a little brother and it would be nice to see Roro again and uncle Luke who forbade me to call him Lukey.
As I walk closer to the kitchen I could hear the faint sound of metal hitting metal. Itâs a very unpleasant sound and as I near the doorway I could see mom frantically scraping a pan off of macaroni and cheese. Her hair is knotted as it falls over her shoulders.
She looked dazed and worried as she harshly scraped the pan. It was like she hadnât notice my presence.
I chew on my lower lip and walk into the kitchen until I was opposite to her, a few feet away, only separated by the kitchen counter.
âMom.â I say softly watching her tuck a tendril behind her ear and go back to scraping.
Her green eyes identical to mine are focused at her task which was from what I could tell make that pan spotless as possible.
âMom.â I say more loudly since she hadnât heard me the first time. She stops and her head slowly comes up. Her green eyes dotted with concern as she stares at me. She looked troubled.
âOh honey, I didnât hear when you came in.â She forces out a laugh but I could see the deep worry etched on her face.
âClearly.â I smiled. âIs Arden home?â I question. And thatâs when I understand why she was so worried because the next thing I know her eyes are filled with tears.
I drop the bag on the counter and run over to her side. âWhatâs wrong mom?â I ask as I pulled her into my chest and hugged her. Itâs ironic since itâs supposed to be the other way around.
âThe principal called me today. Arden got into another fight.â She sniffles and breaks from our embrace. She sighs and steps over to the sink to continue to scrub.
âHe got expelled.â She says so lowly that I thought I heard something else.
When it finally sinks in I feel my face turn white as a ghost. Iâm at a loss for words, not expecting that kind of news. Sure Arden got suspended multiple times but I guess this one did it.
âSo whereâs Arden?â I asked and looked around.
âHeâs in his room. The principle suggested that I should come pick him up, so I did.â She sniffled again and stopped scraping the pan.
She clutched the edge of the counter in a tight grip and sucked in some air.
She then turn to me. âAm I a bad mom? Did I fail him somehow? I-â Her voice cracks at the end.
Iâm shocked beyond belief at her words. A bad mom? Fail him? I shook my head and rest my palm on top of her hand.
âYouâre not a bad mom, never will be. Youâre the best mom anyone could ask for. You may not think it now but Arden looks up to you and dad, he loves you with everything inside of him. Youâve never failed him and will never.â It was like I was pleading for her to understand.
Her eyes drop to my hand over hers and I could feel the tension leave her body. âYouâll let me know if you have any trouble at school right? Youâll let me know if somethingâs wrong?â
Her questioned stunned me to a point that I couldnât properly think. I feel extremely guilty and itâs eating me alive.
Here she thought she was a bad mom because Arden and I never seek her or dadâs guidance. Instead we gobble down our emotions and our secrets until itâs too much to bear.
But that doesnât make mom and dad bad parents, they are the best. Itâs us who chose to keep things away from them because in our own way itâs how we protect them. Protect them from knowing the truth.
So instead of telling mom everything I had gobbled down, I settle for a lie. âIâll always tell you if somethingâs wrong mom.â
She looks pleased and relieved at my response. Which makes me all the more swim with guilt. Might as well drink an entire bottle of lies. Iâm sure Iâd taste bitter.
âDoes dad know about Arden?â I question, wanting to redirect the conversation.
She nods and smiles sadly. âHeâs really worried and mad. Not at Arden but the situation. He should be home any minute no-â
She didnât even get to finish the sentence before we hear the door being burst open. It hits the wall with an ear splitting thud before itâs slammed shut.
âArden!â Dadâs loud voice yells. âGet your ass down here!â He shout.
His voice is followed by the slam of a door upstairs. Knowing itâs Arden, both mom and I wince. We walked in the living room area to see dad removing his tie. A grumbling Arden is stomping down the stairs and doesnât look the least bit pleased at being yelled at.
âWhat do I owe this pleasure of being summoned?â He questions and plumps down on the sofa. He kicks his leg up on the coffee table like he doesnât have a care in this world.
Dadâs face is pinched in irritation and mom looks confused as to what to do. Iâm glad Iâm not a parent. Dad strides over to him and pushes his leg off the table and sits down on the same spot. He folds his arms across his chest and glares at Arden.
âMind telling me why my son is expelled from school?â His tone has now turned down a notch. I could see the concern on his face as he regarded his son that was the replica of him.
Arden shrugs nonchalantly and pushes himself further into the sofa. âDonât act like principle William didnât give you all the itsy bitsy details.â He rolls his eyes.
âHe did and Iâm not pleased. Arden youâve been expelled and youâre acting like youâre okay with it.â Dad states.
âI am okay with it. Dad stop worrying about me I can take care of myself-â
âThis isnât your job!â Dad roars cutting off Arden. Mom and I jolt in shock not expecting his rage.
Even Arden seems surprised. Dad sighs. âItâs not your job Arden to take care of yourself. This is mine and your momâs.â
He looks at Arden for a second before nodding. âIâll go have a word with your principle first thing tomorrow morning to see if he could change his decision.â
âBut donât you have an important meeting tomorrow morning?â Arden questions confused.
âNothings more important than you and Ashley Arden. Yâall always come first. â He says honestly. âLetâs just hope Iâll be able to persuade him.â He sighs. I hope so too.
Then a brief thought comes to my mind. How am I supposed to ask dad to let me train with Blake? I told Blake earlier that I would ask my dad permission, I was still grounded after all.
But hoped to at least make him agree. Though with the situation with Arden I doubted he would let me. Dad was too protective.