Talk About the Direct Approach...

Chapter Thirty-Four: The inevitable phone call

*Macy's POV*

Ah, the inevitable phone call from Mom. I knew it was coming, and I knew I would probably regret putting it off for so long. I should have at least used that time to come up with a decent lie; but instead, I'm completely clueless as to what I'm going to say. Anything but the truth, preferably.

In this moment, I have two options, and about two seconds to decide which I'm going to go with. I could hang up on my mother; something that seemed like it would solve the problem for the moment, but would make things that much more complicated in the long run. My mother is a force to be reckoned with; I wouldn't be surprised if I hung up and she came all the way down here just to snatch me up and beat some sense into me.

Something tells me she would be the only human that would make it past all these werewolves, if she's pissed off enough.

Then my other option is to just put on my big girl panties and face the music. Which also means coming up with an explanation as to why my little sister saw a stranger carry me away and put me in his car.

I was leaning more towards the first option. But I didn't get to make the decision because Mom launched right in.

"Trina told me you decided to move in with some boy you started dating? Are you insane! You don't move in with someone you've known for a couple months, especially when you're due to start college soon! Need I remind you the semester begins in two weeks?"

I sat there for a second in complete silence, shocked at what I had just heard. That is certainly not what I expected Trina to tell her. But hey, it is the perfect scapegoat, so I'm going to go with it, no matter how utterly lost I am.

"No, I know. And, no, I'm not insane. Yes, I did decide to move in with him, but before you explode, let me explain," I say in a rush, not leaving her any time to interrupt. "I know you think this is really stupid, but you know me Mom. If I didn't think this was a good idea, I wouldn't have done it. I love him and he loves me, and things are going great."

I pause to take a breath, and give my mother a chance to speak. All I hear from the other end is silence, so I continue, not knowing if her silence is a good sign or not.

"And I know you might be thinking that I'm doing something really stupid, but I'm not-"

"Are you sure about this?" she interrupts me. "Are you sure that you love someone enough to move in with them?"

"Yes, I'm absolutely sure," I reply with confidence and without any hesitation.

I hear her sigh from the other end. "How old is he?"

"Twenty one." I prepare myself to answer all her questions, because I know this is about to turn into some kind of interview. But hey, if it works in my favor, then I'm all for it.

"Does he have a criminal record?"

"Um, no..."

"Has your Dad met him?"

"Yep, got his stamp of approval."

"Does he have a stable job, and does he make good money?"

"Mom, I'm sitting in a mansion right now." Speaking of sitting in a mansion, there is some food sitting in the kitchen that I could really use right about now. Throwing off the covers, I step out of bed as Mom asks her next question.

"What's his job?"

"Mafia leader," I let slip before I can even think twice. I mean, what was I supposed to say? He's the Alpha of a werewolf pack, Mom. No, I have to play this safe, and as well as I'm doing, telling her that will assure me a spot in her car, being forcibly dragged away from this house and into a mental facility.