“That’s not true,” she denied.
I didn’t say anything.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to talk to him?” she asked again, almost pleading with her eyes.
“Yes,” I said firmly.
“Then there’s only one thing left to do,” she declared. “We have to contact Austin.”
My shoulders dropped. “I tried. He’s already on his flight back to Germany.”
“He clearly had all of this planned out,” she said, her nostrils flaring.
“I guess,” I muttered.
“Don’t be so blind, Ash,” she said softly. “You know that he spiked you and probably tried to…do something but you don’t want to accept it.”
“I don’t want to accept anything without finding out exactly what happened that night,” I said, staring at her concerned eyes.
She sighed. “Then we’re going to find out what happened.”
“How?” I questioned.
“Right after I figure that bit out,” she said sheepishly.
A shaky chuckle managed to get out of me, making Erica smile.
*
“Okay, remember, try to indirectly ask your mom as many questions as possible about last night,” Erica instructed one more time as she slowed the car down near my driveway.
“Yes, Erica, I get it, you already told me about ten times,” I deadpanned.
“I’m only trying to help!” she exclaimed.
“I know.” I sighed.
“Good. Now, go,” she said, unlocking the door.
“Thanks for the ride,” I said as I got out of the car.
She nodded, giving me a smile. I started walking towards my house.
“Hey, Ash!”
I turned to see Erica’s head out of the window, her long brunette curls dangling freely.
“Yeah?”
“Call me if you want me to rip Ethan’s hair out for you,” she offered.
I gave her a half smile. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
She smiled and said, “Though, seriously, if you want to talk to anyone, you know my number.”
“Yes,” I replied, nodding.
“Later,” she said, sitting back on the car seat properly.
I didn’t bother replying since she was already driving away. Sighing, I turned to my door and stuck my keys in. Opening the door quietly, I walked in and shut it behind me. I could hear the faded sound of the television coming from the living room. I followed the sound and found mom lazily sitting on the couch with a bowl full of carrot sticks and mayo. I frowned at her. Who eats carrot sticks with mayo instead of popcorn?
She looked up at me and sat up straight as if ready for a deep conversation. Hesitating, I sat down next to her.
I cleared my throat and said, “Eating carrot with mayo again?”
She laughed and nodded. I shook my head and rolled my eyes at her.
“So, how was last night?” she asked, muting the television.
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