My Redemption_Second Chance Series by S. K. Lessly

Author:S. K. Lessly [Lessly, S. K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jessica Watkins Presents
Published: 2018-11-28T18:00:00+00:00

About Forty minutes after leaving the airport, I finally pulled up to my parents’ home. There were no parking spaces in front of their house, which forced me to park a few houses up. As I walked down the street, my stomach started to turn. I was dreading seeing my family and dealing with my brother and sister for three days alone, without a buffer. Sebastian had to work so he couldn’t come with me this trip. He was the one that protected me from the wrath that was Brian. Since he couldn’t come with me, I told him he owed me for the Fourth of July weekend. Damn, now that I think about it, would we even survive until then?

As I entered the house, all thoughts fell away as the criticism greeted me with open arms.

“Please tell me you have more bags than that,” my mother said as her greeting. She was sitting in her living room, rummaging through her purse, her head down not even looking at me.

Did I mention my family wasn’t your typical loving family? We didn’t greet each other with warm hugs and smiling faces. It was more like, ‘where have you been?’ Or ‘it’s about time you got here’, or my favorite, ‘did you really walk out of the house wearing that?’.

My brother Mark was the exception. He had no problem telling me that he loved me or missed me. He showed me affection all the time and I did the same to him. But the others, I couldn’t get a hug from them if my life depended on it or theirs.

I looked at the small bag in my hand and grunted. “Mom, what do you mean? I’m only planning on being here for a few days.”

My mom finally looked up at me and scrunched up her face but didn’t respond.

I took this moment to admire my mom. She was a looker, despite the frown on her face. She had smooth caramel skin, high cheekbones and oval shaped brown eyes. She stood taller than me at 5’7,” but she was thinner with very little curves. Her hair was long and still held her color, black; although I doubt she kept her color without assistance in the chemical department.

My father was pretty good-looking too. He was about 5’11” with pepper grey hair, and a full mustache and beard. He was thin as well with a small gut but carried himself with distinction.

My mom was about to say something else to me, probably about my jeans and T-shirt, but my father came down the steps somewhat saving me.

“There you are. We were about to throw a search party.” My father scoffed as he entered the living room.

“Oh, Walt, we aren’t leaving until tomorrow,” my mother told him.

“Where are you going?” I asked completely puzzled.

My mother waved at me dismissively. “Oh, Lauren, please don’t act like you don’t remember our trip to Hawaii.”

“What?!” I exclaimed, completely baffled.

“You want you to lower your voice, young lady,” my father scolded, but I, of course, ignored him.

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