HER WEAKNESS

12.

It’s getting harder to lie to my parents.

My mom asks me where I’m going and I lie that I have to work late or going out with a friend. I can’t tell them about Ingrid they wouldn’t understand.

“Working again, love?” My mother asks as I come downstairs the coat wrapped around me concealing the too posh for work dress underneath.

“Yeah, sorry. If it gets too late I might crash at a friends so don’t wait up.”

“Alright.” She says slightly deflated. “Don’t work too hard.”

I smile at her before I leave and head towards Ingrids waiting car just around the corner.

She’s become clingy recently. I get random messages from Ingrid saying she needs me or that she’s planned another date. I don’t mind of course because I want to spend time with her but it does seem to have just become a lot more recently.

I get in the car and before I have chance to even buckle myself in Ingrid stirs my face towards hers and dives her tongue straight into my mouth. The kiss is messy because I had no warning or time to react but it seems to be good enough for her as she moans causing a ooze of wetness inside my pants. The sound of her moans would always have that effect on me.

“Where are you taking me tonight?” I ask her when she finally separates from me.

“To the botanic bar.”

My eyes light up in excitement. She knows I’ve always wanted to go there but they have a waiting list as long as Brooklyn Bridge.

“Buckle up.” Ingrid sings as she starts the car.

The Botanic Bar is this seductive bar and restaurant with tables outside surrounded by wildlife and lit up by fairy lights and a running waterfall. It’s everything I imagined and more. I put my hand inside Ingrids from across the table.

“Thank you for bringing me here. I love it.” I feel my heart quicken as I carry on. “I love you.”

Ingrid squeezes my hand and leans over the table, I meet her half way and lock lips with her. She brushes my lips where her lipstick has smudged my own.

“God, you’re beautiful.” She whispers to me.

I’m blushing when I hear a cough behind us.

I turn around to whoever’s trying to get our attention and feel my heart fall to my gut.

My mother and father are standing there.

I look back to Ingrid who’s smiling at them. “I’m glad you could make it.”

Without another word they turn on their heels and leave but not before I could hear and see the disgust from my father.

I look back at Ingrid. “You invited them here. Why?”

“It was time they know how serious we are. Your my girl and they should know that.”

“That wasn’t your decision to make. They’re my parents I should be the one to tell them.”

“But you weren’t telling them, Amy.”

“Because I knew they would react this way.” I grab my bag from the floor.

“Do not storm off,” Ingrid warns me.

“I have to try and fix what you’ve done.” I spit back before chasing hopelessly after my parents.

*

“Please, mum. Let me in.” I beg banging at the front door.

The curtains in the living room get yanked open and my father furiously shouts. “Go on get. We don’t want you here.”

There was no use trying to talk to my father. He didn’t want to see me or even hear what I had to say and if that’s how he felt then my mother had to feel the same way.

How did things turn so horribly wrong?

I ended up heading back into town and found myself at a club where one drink along was not enough to quench my first.

I was probably on my fifth drink when a guy came next to me and started chatting me up. I liked the attention so when he offered to take me for a dance how could I say no. Our hips swayed in time with one another and then his lips found mine. The kiss was rough.

They weren’t as good as Ingrid.

He wasn’t Ingrid.

I pushed him away and started staggering outside. I did not like that kiss at all. The thought of it alone turned my stomach inside out. I got around into an alley just before I hurled my guts out. Someone lifted my hair and I knew straight away from the perfume who it was.

“Come on. Let’s get you home.”

Ingrid picked me up with ease and got into the back of the car with me in her lap as we drove to her home.

My eyes started wavering and the last thing I can remember was Ingrid stroking my hair and saying. “I’ll take care of you from now on.”