Mrs. Hawthorne is a sharp contrast to this dated brown and linoleum kitchen, as her outfit screams money with her creamy linen tailored pants suit and silk navy blouse. Her shiny chestnut hair pulled up into a slick French twist. She looks out of place and based on the way her eyes soak up her surroundings and her mouth curves in response, Alexander’s mom feels out of place too.
“Alexander where have you been hiding yourself? I thought we agreed?” Her eyes momentarily flicker to me before settling back on Alexander, “We were to meet on Thursday. Our arrangement on travel.”
“I told you no!” Alexander is tense. His whole body stiffened the moment she walked in the room, but now he is starting to vibrate. I glance up into his face, it is granite. All his features smooth, hard and pulsating with distain.
Mrs. Hawthorne smiles, ever so sweetly and if I didn’t know her I would think she is about to say something calming or nice. But I do know her, as does Alexander and that’s why neither of us flinch when she says, “What a pity Alexander. I just hope what happened to your father doesn’t happen to Aria. She is a pretty thing it would be too bad if the world lost such a beauty. But as you know Alexander, beauty is only skin deep –“
I quickly cut her off with my remark, also wrapped with a smile, “Or manufactured with Botox.”
Her grin faltered ever so slightly, but his mom quickly recovered. Though I could tell I hit a nerve as her threat, at least in Alexanders eyes, became evil, “I will be flying to LA next week Alexander to meet with the Dortons. You promised me Alexander and I’m not talking when I last visited, I’m talking a long time ago. It’s not just me depending on this, you will hurt a lot of people if you don’t follow through. And poor Alexa, you know how fragile she is, I would hate to find out you sent her over the edge too.”
What is she talking about? I would think Alexander would have told me about the Dortons and what his mother is talking about if she seems to think it so important. I turn my head and look up at him, his face, which just moments ago was so full of color matching his mother’s red nail polish, is now almost completely white. His eyes wide as he stares at his mother.
“Oh Alexander don’t tell me you forgot already?” She smirks at him.
“N…No mother I haven’t forgotten. I just thought…I—“
“Alexander, stop stuttering. You aren’t a child. You thought what? That I would forget? You know me, how could I possibly forget the Dortons.”
Alexander is shaking his head, “No, I just thought, with Aria here, I…uh…I wasn’t going to go now. I thought they would understand.”
A very loud cackle came from his mom, her head thrown back. It takes her a few moments to recover, “Oh no dear, Aria is nothing to them. What power does she have? I have told you this before Alexander, she is nothing. Alexa on the other hand, now there is a woman who can –“
“Who wants drinks? Can I get anyone a beer or some pop?” The airy sounds of Morgana’s grandma comes from the doorway.
Alexander’s mom doesn’t even turn to face her as she responds, “Oh no, my son and I were just leaving.”
“What? Oh no, we can’t have that. Now I insist all of you stay.” She walks a little closer and tucks her arm into Mrs. Hawthorne’s elbow as she turns her to guide her out of the kitchen, “Now don’t tell my daughter this, I don’t want it going to her head, but she makes an excellent cake. You must try it.” Morgana’s grandma paused, her head glancing down Mrs. Hawthorne’s body.
“It appears you could use some cake. Have you been ill, you look so thin?”
Alexander and I followed the two of them into the living room, which is equally as dated and homey as the kitchen, with the exception of the rather enormous flat screen television centered on the wall across from the couch.
Morgana’s dad is sitting in ‘his’ chair, which is just a raged, overstuffed monstrosity that her mom has been trying to get rid of for years. He notices us coming into the room and stands, prying his eyes from the baseball game that is currently on TV.
My breath caught as he stopped watching the game and stood. I have to blink a few times to make sure I am not seeing things. Yes, he actually is standing, reaching a hand toward Mrs. Hawthorne. Morgana’s father never stops watching the game unless it’s for food or use of the bathroom, obviously.
Even when a news reporter showed up to interview him about a young kid he rescued from a river nearby, after some local flooding, Mr. Drake told him he would answer the questions between commercial breaks of the sports game he was watching.
“Hello Emma, it’s nice to see you again.”
This time Alexander sucks in a breath in surprise as I gaze slack jawed at Mr. Drake. He knows Alexander’s mom?
“James what are you doing here? How did you…” Mrs. Hawthorne stops herself and steels her eyes which just moments ago were as wide as saucers. She clears her throat and casually makes her way over to Mr. Drake.
She shakes his hand for a very brief moment, never making eye contact before turning back toward Alexander.
“Alexander, I am afraid we have to leave now.”
I want popcorn so I can watch all the craziness unfold but Alexander is a part of it, so I dutifully stuck by him. He pulls away from me for a moment shaking his head at his mom.
“No, mom. Not until you tell me how you know Mr. Drake.”
“I found it! I knew I had some of the expensive paper plate packed up in the closet from Easter. Oh, I see Mrs. Hawthorne has decided to stay for dinner. That’s wonderful, the more the merrier.” Mrs. Drake bounds down the stairs with a clear plastic bag full of white plates in her hand. She maneuvers over and stands in the middle of the group, her brow creased as she takes in the scene.
“Is something wrong? Mom did you burn the potatoes again!” She turns toward Morgana’s grandma who happens to be sitting on the couch watching the scene while throwing back her bottle of beer.
“I do apologize for intruding on your dinner party with paper plates.” Mrs. Hawthorne points out as she arches a brow, “But my son and I need to pack for some traveling we will be doing. I just came to pick him up. Come along Alexander, dear.”
“I told you no mother, I am staying with Aria. You can’t insist on controlling my life anymore.” Alexander stands behind Aria, wrapping his arms around her.
She turns when she approaches the door as her gaze flickeres between Morgana’s father, Alexander and myself. When her gaze lands on me she gives a wicked smirk before sighing.
“Well that’s too bad Alexander. I guess I will just have to call Anthony. Once Anthony finds out that you don’t want to come with me to California to see his sister, he will be so disappointed. Especially when he finds out the reason. But you enjoy your time with Aria.”
The way she said ‘time with Aria’ made it seem like it is fleeting. Alexander’s arms tightens around me as his mother strolls out the door. The room is silent for a few moments before Morgana’s mom interrupts.
“James, you aren’t watching the game?” She looks pale as she stares at her husband. He shrugs, finally turning his attention from the door to his wife.
“We had a guest. I just said hello.” He settles back in his chair that has a groove that fit his body perfectly.
“This night is already shaping up to be interesting.” Mrs. Austin mentions while taking another large gulp of her beer.
I lead Alexander to the couch so we can sit. He just stares at the television like Mr. Drake. I didn’t realized he liked sports. We all sit there in silence until the front door opens and in walks a very puffy eyed Morgana.
“I’m going to my room for a while.” She frowns and huffs up the stairs.
“Well it’s time to snap everyone out of this funk. My son is late yet again and I am not going to wait for him. Who here wants cake?”
“I do!” Everyone yells in unison. Even Morgana’s cake loving response can be heard drifting down from the second floor.
Find out what happens next in THE Emergency
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Payne Posts Menu
63. THE Insane
62. THE Bechmann
61. THE Morning After
60. THE Attack
59. THE Decision
58. THE Emergency
57. THE Welcome Home
56. THE First Day Back
55. THE Strange
54. THE Question
53. THE Crazy B
52. THE Teacher
51. THE Discussion
50. THE Mommy
49. THE Bar Fly
48. THE Watchful Eye
47. THE Big Guns
46. THE Never
45. THE Feast
44. THE Bathroom Threesome
43. THE Pee Pee
42. THE Fine
41. THE Shirt Attack
40. THE Police Song
39. THE Discovery
38. THE Pull
37. THE Aria Show
36. THE Switch Up
35. THE Delivery
34. THE Scheme
33. THE Drink
32. THE Uncomfortable Silence
31. THE Online Experience
30. THE Same Old Shi
29. THE Talk
28. THE Drunk Dial
27. THE Birthday
26. THE Meeting
25. THE New Job
24. THE Disagreement
23. THE Big Movie
22. THE Sleepover
21. THE Club
20. THE Leave
19. THE Beggar
18. THE Confrontation
17. THE Jackoff
16. THE Bathroom
15. THE Joint
14. THE Let Down
13. THE Truce
12. THE Phone Call
11. THE Assistant
10. THE New Year
9. THE Payneful Reminder
8. THE Holiday Party
7. THE Zipper Incident
6. THE Cake
5. THE Incident
4. THE Paperwork
3. THE Letter
2. THE After Effects
1. THE Interview