Chapter 222
Blake's POV
For two days now, I haven't set foot out of the house, nor have I had any alcohol. I have been locking myself up in my room, only leaving to go get my meals and carry them back to my room.
I've been thinking alot on what that sweet stranger told me the other day, and also considering what my mom said.
I should move on and break this cycle that I am in. Always angry, drunk or having a massive hangover.
When I walk into the kitchen, mom doesn't hear me, so when I clear my throat, it startles her and she jumps, nearly dropping the spatula she's holding. She's cooking scrambled eggs. I know those are mine, since she loves her eggs sunny side up.
"Morning," I say while I scratch my cheek and sit on a stool on the island.
She looks surprised that I even spoke to her.
"Good morning, son. How are you feeling today?" she asks and goes ahead to serve the scarmbled eggs on to a blue plate and places it in front of me. Then she adds some toast and bacon to the plate and she places a glass of fresh pineapple juice next to the plate as I watch her, quietly.
"Okay. I guess. Can I get a glass of water please?" I ask and I wait to see her reaction. A wide grin forms on her face and she hurries up and gets me the water which I gulp down in seconds.
"Thank you," I say. "When is dad coming home?" I ask. As usual, dad is out on a business trip but he's been spending alot of time with us... or rather with mom, since I haven't been that good lately. He spends more time with Carla than he used to with Reyna. I now see how much he loves her, it shows even when he's just looking at her.
"He's already home, he arrived very late last night. I didn't want to bother him by waking him up," she says.
"Oh. Okay. I'll talk to him when he's up," I say as I take a fork and begin eating my breakfast. She always knows how I like my breakfast. Right now as she's busy cooking her eggs, she asks me a question that I saw coming a while ago.
"Will you be going out tonight? You haven't left the house for a while now," she speaks without even looking at me. Waiting for my answer to tear her heart apart as usual. But not this time round.
"No. I'll be here. Maybe we can watch a movie together in the evening after dinner. What do you think?" I ask.
For a moment she's lost for words and she opens her mouth and nothing comes out. I raise my brows and glance at her.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
"Y-yeah. Yeah, I am. It's just that I didn't see that kind of a reply coming my way. I must say, I am a little shocked. But I am very delighted that you made that decision to stay indoors today. I think it's going to be a very good day," she chirps and claps her hands twice in excitement then she serves herself her breakfast and sits opposite me on the island.
"Did you think about what I told you a few days ago?" she asks and takes a sip of her home brewed coffee.
"I did. I still am, actually. It's not that easy you know. I can't just wake up tomorrow and forget about her completely," I say and stab my bacon with my fork and I shove it into my mouth.
"I know. One step at a time. Healing takes time and you can't rush it. Some people hurt for years and heal quickly, some hurt for a short period of time, and take a longer time to heal. Different people heal differently and I'll be here when you need me. I want to see you look healthier and stronger, okay?" she says and I can see her eyes are a little moist than usual.
"Alright, whatever you say, mom," I say and throw a small smile at her and she smiles back. Change is a process and one has to follow steps in order to take a step forward towards their goal. My goal is, to be a better person, not a bitter person.
"Oh and please, you have insane eye bags and you look a little pale. You're going to need to drink plenty of water. Water is good for your body. And you're also going to need to get enough sleep. You could work out or go out for an evening jog so that when you're fresh out of the shower, you'll get some good night sleep," she says and I smile broadly. This is what a true mother should say to her child. Reyna never told me to do stuff that would help me. She mostly gave me money and told me to go get myself ice-cream when I was a kid. I'd fall off my bicycle and she'd send me to Carla so that I can be helped. She never cared at all. I wonder how she's doing in prison.
"Thank you. I promise I will try my level best to adhere to that. I meant to ask... How is Reyna doing?" I ask and finish whatever is on my plate.
"The last time I visited her, about a month ago, she was devastated. She looks thinner. Life in prison isn't easy. But she's still hanging on. She's not a stranger anymore in there. Two years in prison changed her," she says and takes the last bite of her breakfast.
"Good morning. I see you two are getting along now. What happened while I was away?" Dad walks into the kitchen and kisses mom's cheek and I drink my juice halfway.
"Morning, honey. Well, the two of us had a slightly heated argument, but out of it, came something life changing. Our son has decided to change and look at life differently," she says and dad turns to look at me, with a smile on his face that's full of stubble.
"I am proud of you, son. Talking things out is always the first solution to solving a problem," he says and takes a seat next to mom.
"Thanks, dad. How was your business trip?" I ask.
"It was fruitful and quite educative," he says.
"Do you want some eggs, honey?" mom asks.
"I'll just have plain coffee. The jet lag is making me feel a little nauseated but I'll be okay. So, what do you two have planned out for today?" he asks as mom pours him a cup of coffee.
"Nothing much," I say while tapping the top of the island.
"Blake suggested that we should watch a movie tonight, after dinner. Isn't that a great idea?" She grins at dad who is now grinning at me.
"Perfect idea! I love it and I can't wait for tonight," he says and as if on cue, the doorbell rings.
"Oh, I'll get it. You two can catch up before I come back," she says and walks out of the kitchen.
"Son, I passed by your grandma's place on my way last night and she says she misses you alot," dad says then takes a sip of his coffee. "Aah! How I missed your mother's delicious coffee."
"I have to say, it's been ages since we saw each other. How's grandpa doing?" I ask.
"He's okay. Still won't stop complaining about your grandma's overcooked beans," dad jokes and I chuckle.
Then we hear mom talking to someone at the front door saying, "You can't just burge into my house like that!"
Quickly, I rush to the living room. Lo and behold, three policemen are standing half a meter away from the door, in the living room.
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