Chapter 109

I want to totally disappear from this world. I want to disappear from this little joke that is life, as I look to Aron and the way he so surely lets his gaze wonder around.

He seems even more nervous  than he was even before when Scott and Clay had been here in the room.

I wonder if it is guilt that causes this reaction in him, his eyes make contact with each and every other thing except mine and the heated glare that I am directing in his direction.

"I don't have all day" I say making my tone sound snappish and irritated at the same time. It seems to work perfectly as he lapses into a considerable silence, before he begins.

"My mother forced me to". The statement is simple and outrageous enough that for a moment I want to laugh. I want to laugh at the way he has so shamelessly lied to me, or even laugh at the way he simply cannot seem to come up with a better excuse than, my mother told me to.

A fleeting remembrance appproaches my mind, and as I remember exactly what his mum was like the first meeting I had with her. 

It had actually been requested of me, that was what Aaron told me though, he said she had requested for us to come to one of her private villas, and that is exactly where we went.

I seemed to be elated and scared at the same time to actually meet his mum, as it says we were going to be a little bit more official after that. We had our whole lives ahead of us, and we seemed so sure we wanted to spend it with each other.

Sewing his parents would simply go to further that objective. The meeting was nice enough, his father wasn't around though, he was off on a trip and the way Aron seemed to be downcast by the fact made me feel undoubtedly sorry for him.

When I had my parents they were always there for me, but yet it seemed he had a father who was never around, and a mother will seem to look at me with something like barely concealed disgust and outrage in her eyes.

We talked of many things that day, we talked of how she had gotten married to Aron's father on a cruise ship, and how their marriage had been blessed with the wonderful boy who was Aron.

She talked of old school days and speculated about the resemblance I had to someone she knew. The moment I gave her my father and Mother's names, something like shock had course through her eyes, the sort of short you would expect someone to have as they were obviously startled at a fact you would have considered none the less insignificant.

I almost wonder at the possibility of what could have actually gone made her to elicit such shock from hearing my parents were her old classmates.

Old classmates who she had something of a bad history between all three of them.