Momma Knew Better

Chapter 11

The next day was a tad bit better then the couple before. Bailey had found out that I had planned the date for her and Preston and she was even more pissed at me then I have ever seen before.

I still think it was funny and so did Preston, although we didn’t think she’d be tattling to her mommy about it like a two year old. Our mom was furious that we had planned it and grounded us from our computers, we didn’t mind much since we still had our phones and were still aloud outside of the house.

Since we had done that though Mom has been bashing us with diss comments and trying to make us feel bad, but all it does is make us laugh as hard as we did after the date.

Austen had been pushing me to go over to his house since we wouldn’t be interrupted by his parents since they are never home. I didn’t want to though, I wasn’t ready for that. Mom had also been snooping through my room and trying to be all quiet about it making sure I wasn’t doing drugs, and or other shit I wasn’t supposed to.

“Lily!” Mom calls me from down stairs after I had just walked into my room.

“What now mother?!” I groan.

“You got a letter in the mail.”

“From who? I never get and or send mail.” I hop down the stairs and take it out of her hands whilst turning back around and making my way back into my room.

The letter was, as I could have guessed was from Austen, but it wasn’t. All it said was: To Lily. Looking at it oddly I open it and take the crumpled piece of paper out.

Dear Lily,

You are the lucky one that has gotten this letter. It means that I trust you and that I want you to know that I won’t be coming back. I don’t even know why I’m leaving, well I do, but I just miss my friends and I don’t want Mom to freak out. So I left early to go back to college. Hope everything goes okay.

Love,

Preston.

I look at the letter and then walk it down to Mom, put it on the counter and then walk away. As I’m walking up the stairs I can hear her sobbing once again. I’m sure she’s had enough crying but she won’t stop. I’m not one for a sap story, but then again every once in a while a person needs to cry.

Curling myself into a ball and holding my legs I hold my phone and start a text message to Austen.