Uncomfortable Conversations, Unresolved Issues
A little less than two hours later, we’re already waiting in the hotel lobby with our things, holding each other’s hands. We’ve packed whatever little we had and waited for about half an hour, before going downstairs to check out. My parents didn’t agree with us taking a bus back home. They assured us they’d come pick us up themselves. To keep us safe. I’m not sure how I feel about facing them. I’ll probably be grounded for the rest of my life, like my mom threatened me yesterday. When I see their faces draw themselves at the entrance to the hotel, my heart literally drops into my pants. I haven’t given much thought to what I’d say to them. Right now, I wish I would’ve. They head towards us and we both stand up almost at the same time. My dad has a neutral expression on her face, while
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