The Beginning of Our Ending (Love in Maple) by Sydney Reneé

Author:Sydney Reneé [Reneé, Sydney]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-02-20T00:00:00+00:00

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Ex-Factors

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Skye

Kicking off my shoes and throwing my purse to the floor, I run to the bathroom to relieve myself. I can’t hold water or any other liquid these days. I should have peed before storming out of my aunt’s house, but I couldn’t look at my mother for another second. She was wrong, and I stand on that.

Usually, we would keep the drama between the two of us, but now the whole family will be talking about it, and I won’t even be there to defend myself. I know my Uncle Lou is going to put her in her place. He don’t play that shit. He said mom has had that same attitude since she was a kid—picking fights with the girls at school, giving my grandma a hard time just for the hell of it. Granny even kicked her out once until she came begging to return home. They said it was the perfect attitude adjustment until she could finally leave for good. Lina knew who and who not to get smart with. Granny didn’t tolerate disrespect. Like my mom, she expected the best from her kids—good grades, an extensive education, manners, and a whole lot of drive. At least one of them got it right.

Maybe after our argument, she’ll be nicer to me. I’ve never approached her the way I had today. I always try my best to be respectful since she is my mother.

Changing into something more comfortable, I tidy up the mess I left behind when I rushed out of the house. I still can’t get over how I wasted my time and gas traveling miles to end up back in my apartment. My ugly-ass undecorated apartment.

After lighting a few candles, I grab my throw blanket and turn on Hallmark. Nothing catches my eye, so I turn on a classic, Home Alone. As Kevin yells at his entire family and prays for them to disappear, I yell at the TV, “I get it, kid, I get it.”

The doorbell rings in the middle of my rant, and I immediately feel flutters. Pulling down my sweater and adjusting my hair, I walk toward the door, but for some reason, I become frozen. My hand is on the knob but refusing to move. It rings again, this time making me jump.

Get it together. It’s only Desmond.

When I open the door, our eyes fall directly on our sweaters. Looking up at him, I smile, and he laughs.

“Are you going to invite me in, twin?”

Shaking myself back to reality, I speak. “How rude of me? Sorry, come on in.”

I didn’t notice the two bags in Desmond’s hands because I was stuck on the ugly gingerbread man on his sweater, asking me if I wanted a taste. I bought the same. I thought he would have thrown it out after our breakup.

“What’s in the bag?” I ask.

Walking into the kitchen, he begins unpacking the items from the bag. “I brought marshmallows, hot chocolate, chocolate chip cookie dough, milk, and a few things to make us some dinner,” he says.

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