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Chapter 9, Part 2: …You Pay for Later
“Rachel Elizabeth Carter!” A familiar voice shouted from the doorway.
Oh, my God! I thought to myself as I felt all of my insides begin to twist and turn into knots.
It was my mother.
I was still in the process of zipping up my jeans when she and a police officer stepped into the shed. My jaw just about hit the floor. I could see in her eyes how shocked she was to find the two of us standing there, clearly knowing we had spent the night together.
Her bright green eyes scanned the floor and settled on my dress and underwear that I had thrown down when I was trying to change into my hoodie and jeans. I knew how bad this looked…and, I knew exactly what she was thinking when she smacked her hand against her forehead and gasped.
Neither of us knew what to do. I couldn’t get my mouth to form words. And Miles was just lifeless –like he had seen a ghost. How the hell was I going to explain this?
“Mom,” I finally whispered, shaking my head. “I – I swear, it’s not what it looks like – ”
It was too late. My mom marched right over to me and grabbed me by the back of my hair. She didn’t say a word to me as she tightened her grip, fully securing my head to her hand. I winced and let out a yelp as she twisted and turned her fingers, directing me where she wanted me to go…which was out.
“Mom, it’s not what you think!” I tried to explain, but she didn’t want to hear a thing that I had to say. Her face was beet red. Her green eyes were blood shot, which I assumed was either because she was about to have an anger-induced coronary or because she was up all night looking for me.
But, just before she reached the doorway, she yanked me back a bit and turned to Miles.
“Do not call her or text her, Miles! And when your father gets home, he will be getting a call from me. You can count on it, mister!” she warned.
Miles actually looked terrified – not of getting in trouble with his dad, which he never really did anyway, but terrified of my mom. To be honest, I couldn’t blame him. I had never seen her so mad in all of my life.
The cop took Miles from the back of the shirt and led him out of the shed. “Let’s go, son,” he said.
“Wait!” I cried. Mom was still pulling me into the woods back toward the main road when I tried to whip around and defend Miles. “Officer, please!” I begged. “Please don’t arrest him! He was trying to protect me!”
“Let’s go!” Mom scolded, continuing to make me trudge the brush.
Miles shook his head at me and gave me a look to keep quiet. “Don’t worry about me, Rach,” he said calmly, putting his hands in the air as the cop led him away from me. “Just listen to your mom.”
As tense as it was in the shed, the car ride home was far worse. She didn’t say anything to me the whole way home. The silent treatment was almost unbearable. We had always been really close – I literally told her everything. And now, I was questioning whether or not we would be able to move past this. She just looked so disappointed.
When we pulled in the driveway, mom turned off the engine and sat there in her seat for a second. She started shaking her head, and her eyes began welling up with tears.
“I was worried sick about you all night, Rachel. Go upstairs to your room right now, and I’ll meet you in there in a second. I need to calm down first,” she said softly, still not making eye contact with me.
|Lucy Hale||as Rachel|
|Jeremy Sumpter||as Miles|