My mother didn’t come home that night, which didn’t really surprise me, but David didn’t seem to be scared off by the fact that it was a possibility that she could just wander in with some man. Instead of fleeing the scene when it was polite to do so, he told me I should go upstairs and get my homework done, and he would make dinner for me. I protested this idea many times, telling him that I was fine and didn’t need to be taken care of, but he won in the end.
We did compromise a bit, however, and I ended up doing my homework at the kitchen table while he looked through cupboards until he found what he needed for whatever dish he was planning on making. I tried to make pleasant small talk at first, offering smiles that were far from genuine when I really just felt like crying some more, but eventually David stopped that by simply saying, “You don’t have to pretend to be happy just because I’m here. You don’t even need to fill in the empty space with words if you don’t want to. If you feel like breaking a dish, by all means, go right ahead… I’ll even join you.”
His smile and complete understanding of exactly how I felt at that moment caught me off guard. I couldn’t understand how I could know someone for such a short amount of time and still be so completely in tune with him. “Thank you,” I said with a small, sad smile. I wasn’t feeling happy by any stretch of the imagination, but David’s mere presence kept me from feeling completely lost. I figured that once he left and I was really all alone, I’d have some sort of breakdown and that was something I definitely wasn’t looking forward to.
Miraculously enough, I finished all of my homework in an hour. I didn’t think I’d be able to concentrate with so much on my mind, but David’s insistence that we didn’t have to talk if I didn’t want to, and the continual sounds of him cooking kept me on track. By the time I packed up my completed homework, David had cooked some sort of baked chicken and mashed potatoes dish. He brought the plate to me along with a glass of juice and sat down opposite me at the table.
“I didn’t know you could cook,” I said hoarsely. My voice seemed to be rebelling from the hour of crying and the hour of not speaking.
“Well, I guess there’s the first answer to our twenty questions then,” he said with a warm smile. “Do you want to keep going or should we take turns?”
“Your turn,” I answered simply.
“All right.” He stopped for a moment, taking a sip of juice while thinking of what to ask. I figured he was trying to think of something he could ask me without bringing up the events of earlier today. “What do you want to study at college?”
“Marriage counseling,” I said with a small laugh. The poor boy had tried so hard to avoid bringing up any unpleasant memories, and here he had asked the question that would lead right into that horrible discussion.
“Oh,” he said awkwardly, which made me actually smile. I figured I’d relieve the situation instantly and ask him the question I’d asked before.
“So are your parents divorced or still together?”
“Still together. Have been for years,” he said vaguely. I raised an eyebrow at this. It was sad, but I was always more shocked to find out that a couple was still together than I was to find out that they were divorced.
“When did your parents get divorced?” he asked me. I guess since I had opened that up as an acceptable topic I should have expected that question.
“I don’t know that they ever really did,” I said honestly. “My father just kind of left when I was six. I don’t know if they ever made it official. My mom hasn’t said a word about him since that day, and I haven’t had any desire to bring it up with her… especially now,” I mumbled. David gave my foot a little nudge under the table, and I quickly went on with the questioning. “So what do your parents do?”
“Well, my mom works from home. She makes jewelry and sells it online. And my dad is a science professor over at the university in Camarillo.” I smiled at him. I could just imagine David having dinner at home with his parents-having pleasant conversations about things that had nothing to do with older married men. “You know the university where my dad works used to be a mental hospital. I guess that’s fitting, since once we go to college we’ll pretty much be losing our minds.” This made me laugh. It was a real, genuine, happy laugh, and I loved David for bringing it out in me.
By the time we finished our dinner, it was starting to get late. I wondered when David would decide to go home. I didn’t want to make him feel obligated to stay with his sad, emotionally damaged girlfriend, but I also didn’t want him to leave, knowing that when he did I’d have too much time to think about the things I’d seen today and I might lose it.
I insisted on doing the dishes since he had made dinner, so he sat on the couch in our living room with his laptop in front of him. He was typing just as intensely as he had been at lunch when I finished the dishes. I could see a document open on his screen, filled with writing, but I didn’t want him to catch me looking over his shoulder and think I was spying on him so I cleared my throat to make my presence known.
“Do you need to call your parents or anything?” I asked as I sat on the couch next to him. He closed his computer and slid it under the couch before handing me the remote to the TV. He knew me too well already. I really needed anything that could let me empty my brain of all significant thoughts, like watching TV for hours on end.
“I already did. I told them I’d be out late tonight and that I might stay at a friend’s.” He looked over at me questioningly, asking if it was all right in that one expression.
“Good,” I said simply, happy that I wouldn’t be left alone with myself. After a few episodes of old black and white TV shows, David apparently felt it was time to talk.
“So are you all right?” he asked, and I instantly knew what he was asking about.
“I don’t know,” I said. “I never wanted you to know that my home life was so… just… messed up.” I looked over at him and I could feel the burning in my eyes again. “Sometimes I go a week without even seeing my mom once.” I sighed in resignation as a hot tear slid down my cheek.
“Amelia, it’s not like I’m going to judge you because of that. I just want to be able to make you happy.” He put his arm around me, and I let my head rest on his shoulder. As I closed my eyes and took in his scent, I was overcome with just how exhausted I was. If I had any more emotionally stressful days, I’d have to start getting more sleep. My breathing slowed as a heavy lethargy rolled over me.
“Are you tired?” he asked, though his voice seemed distant.
“Mmhmm,” I answered wordlessly. I could feel David moving beside me, but I wasn’t quite sure what exactly he was doing. After a little jostling I knew that he was lying behind me with an arm draped over my shoulders. I took his hand and held it against me like a blanket. Then I let myself fall asleep in his arms.
Chapter Seventeen
“Amelia?” I heard a soft, familiar voice whisper in my ear. I could feel a warm body beside me and the weight of an arm resting over me, which made me smile. David even smelled wonderful in the morning. I nestled my head against his chest and breathed him in, keeping my eyes closed in an attempt to fall back asleep. “Amelia?” came the voice again. “Amelia, we’re late for school… really late for school.” The words spoken by the voice vaguely registered with me, but I knew they were something I should be reacting to. As much as I tried to stir panic within me, I just couldn’t seem to pull myself out of this comfortable place.
“How late?” I mumbled against David’s neck.