Him and I

Home sweet Hell

Harls Pov

Nothing makes my everyday more than Kyle walking me back home hand in hand every after school. It was definitely the most lovely part of the day.

We walk from school, chit chatting about this and that, changing topics like we had an entire agenda of things to talk about all planned out.

We would be all sunshine not until we reach my home.

"Home sweet hell," I sighed deeply looking at the sweet small bungalow my dad bought us, he worked his sweat off to buy this house, It was so beautiful back in those days but right now I think it does need some re painting.

"Don't say that, Bayb, you're lucky at least you have a place you can call home."

"Home...," I shot him a bored look before walking up to the porch of the house and knocking.

I gathered the long thick strands of my hair and tossed them over my shoulder, shooting Kyle a wink, licking my bottom lip in a seductive way, I see those wanton ladies do in a movies, am not wanton but hey it doesn't hurt to get a little playfully with my man, after all he loves it and so do I.

He chuckled lightly giving me that is this how you wanna play it look, if so am interested.

He joined me on the porch, placed his hand on my shoulders. "Stop teasing me, buttercup." Haha I couldn't help but grin at him. I leaned my head against him, listening to the slow beating of his heart, taking in the wonderful smell of a mixture of his cheap cologne and after shave. Though everything was cheap, my bae still smelled great, he was a treat I wanted to unwrap.

I felt him burry his face on top of my head and his breathing caressing me there. A smile played at his lips and I smiled in response, burying my face into his chest. I wrapped my hands around his waist hugging him tightly. Oh God, I wish we could be like this forever and ever but of course not every prayer is answered.

"What the hell is he doing here?" Came my mom's angry voice.

Jeez, can't a person have one moment of peace around their own home.

Kyle immediately unhooked my arms from his chest, Oh God! I couldn't help but roll my eyes at this. He respects my mom so much, I used to think that he is afraid of him but after seeing the way he behaves around her for a long while now, I've come to learn that it is respect he accords to his future mother in law but she doesn't deserve any of it all.

"He is your future son in law, so get used to it," I shrieked back.

"You've brought this poor pest back here, how many times do I have to tell you that under no circumstances should you bring orphans in my home."

For f***s sake, there! There! She broke the line now.

"I live here, this is my home too," I yelled back at her.

"And you're lucky you do. Get that rat out of my sight right now."

Okay, now she was so making me lose it, I flinched and in flinched, folded my fists in anger, I was even about to start grinding my teeth a habit when am extremely angry. "I hate you," I rose my fist and was about to punch her in the face but my hand got grabbed, I turned furiously to my boyfriend. I wanted to spat at him and ask him why the hell was he stopping me from putting some sense into my annoying mother.

"But she..." He shushed me by placing his finger on my lips. "Kyle I...," I whined like a four year old being denied a treat but he ignored me dragging me down the stairs away from my mom's earshot.

"I swear, I don't know why she is so stubborn." I murmured staring directly at her, she stood at the door frame of the house shooting daggers at us. Why the hell does she hate Kyle. Poor, I can take that, orphan that is who Lianna Beckett is, she just doesn't know when and where to say words, one thing is for sure she was born with no word filter. But all in all how could she call my boyfriend a rat, of all the rodents in the world, seriously? a rat.

"That woman is so stubborn, I swear."

"Don't flex about it babe, she is just as stubborn as you are."

"No. Am not stubborn."

"Yes you are."

"Am not"

"You are."

"Harley Beckett, I swear on your father's grave, am going to count from 1 to 10, the moment I reach 10 and you are not inside this house then I will forget you came out of my womb."

Like I care, I rolled my eyes inside my head and concentrated my attention on Kyle.

"You were saying," I batted my eyelashes at my dream Boat as I ran my hand up and down stopping at the where his shirt covered. Oh God, how I wish it was out of the way.

"Three, four.."

"Buttercup, I think you should do as your mom says."

"Love, we don't have to do what she says. Am 18 she has no control over me, anymore, plus that house was my father's not hers."

"Bayb, Babes," he called out to me in that smooth, comforting sensual voice. "Look me in the eyes."I looked away not wanting to meet his eyes at all, When I look into them I would for sure melt.

"Pretty little Mrs.Willows," he said tickling my armpits, making me laugh uncontrollably.

"6 and half, 7 and a half."

Okay, what the hell was she counting now? Kyle moved closer to me, our bodies’ inches apart, and his closeness exciting my body for no reason. It was just a simple closeness why was my stupid body flaming up.

He placed his hand under my chin, making me look into his gorgeous dazzling emerald eyes, I wouldn't mind getting lost in them.

"8 and a half," she paused. "Harley amfuckin counting here, get your ass inside this house this instance."Haha, so she does care whether I go in or not.

"No matter how a horrible person she is, you should still respect her, she is your mother, you lucky you have one and she didn't drop you off to an orphanage or even worse abort you."

Oh God, why was he bringing this conversation again. He should be mad at Lianna after she insulted him. Why does he always have to be the calm and collected one, the one who is always so kind even to those who don't deserve kindness.

"But I don't want to go, like all those times she will think she has some kind of upper hand. I hate the way she treats you like s**t, she treats me like s**t too."

"I know, I know love but you just have to bear with this for a few years, If I had a real home I would happily bring you with me but as per now you know my situation. Am barely able to provide for myself."

"I don't want to leave here anymore, it is hard for me, that woman even hates me, if I didn't know better I would think she is my step mom instead of real mother." I felt drops of tears starting to fall from my eyes but Kyle cleaned them off with his own fingers in a gentle caress.

"I know, love but we have to bear with this for now, in a few years I promise, it's going to be just you and me, then after three to two, Charlie and Hanny will join us." I couldn't help but smile at this. Even in the darkest of days trust Kyle Willows to bring a smile on your face.

"My baby looks better with a smile. That pretty face doesn't deserve to bear sadness, you will get wrinkles and grow old even before our wedding."

"You goof," I poked him playfully in the shoulder. Whenever he says "ours", it does warm up my heart, It makes me happy to know that he does have me in his plans.

"Okay, am going to go into the house but on one condition you will make me a fruit salad and some of your tasty lasagna recipe for lunch."

He smiled sheepishly, pulling me into his warm hands. "It's a deal baby."

"I love you so much my princess."

"I love you too my frog prince." We both laughed at my joke.

"A frog, it is then." Croak, Croak. He made those funny frog sounds making me cover my ears at how loud he was doing them close to my ears. "This frog as to go."

"9, 9 and a half."

"You should get back to the house right now, before she gets even more wanky, wanky, than she is. I need you to know that I will be thinking about you all night," he muttered leaning to kiss me goodbye on the forehead.

"I'll mi..," before I could finish my sentence he was already gone and disappearing out of the compound.

I groaned turning around to my smiling miss devil, she had a very arrogant smile on her face, one would even mistaken it for pride, but indeed she was a proud peacock.

The moment I set foot on the carpet in the house, her words were, "No food for dinner, that will teach you to listen to me”

I rolled my eyes, without her seeing as she would make that another issue. "Okay, mom," I said in that sweet good girl voice, the one she likes hearing. I climbed the stairs to my room but of course not before stealing a banana from the fruit basket that was in the kitchen.

This will be enough to pass me the night. It's not like I was hungry.

Reaching my room, I dropped my back in the corner of the room before falling down on my sweet sweetbed, my room is the only part of the house that makes me happy.

I breathed in the nice scent of the nice house perfume I use for my room and murmured "Home sweet home" to no one but myself, it is good to be back in the coziness of my own bed.

Just as I was about to close my eyes and get my nice shot nap, the one I have each time I come back from school even before dinner, don't blame me it's just that when am at school I miss my bed so much. So a short nap, shower, homework, dinner which wasn't available today, that's my routine.

I closed my eyes, already imagining myself getting closer to dream land, where I get to be with Kyle all I want, I was just started on imagining our wedding day when I heard a rippling sound from downstairs, a very angry one

"Harleyyy."

I chose to ignore it, but the second one was even worse than the first one, it had me up on my feet and hurriedly out of my room to see what Mrs. Beckett was pissed about.

What did I even do this time??

I stomped my way down the stairs, making sure she got the hint that I didn't want to be here.

"Yes, mummy." I said in a grumpy tone, hoping she would get annoyed with me and yell at me to go back to my room. Grumpiness and being a bad listener always got me my way with her, it always did

Instead of shouting at me, she just looked up from whatever she was boiling in the pot and smiled at me, that sun burnt smile too good for my likes.

She walked over to me, stopped behind me placing her hands on both my shoulders. "How did my sweet child's day at school go?" She said in a way too motherly voice.

Okay, this was blue code for me to run away, the fact that my mother was acting like a mother meant trouble. I could tell something was wrong, for her to be sweet with me.

"I made your favorite, spaghetti and beef." Okay, now I had to be running for my life, since when does she care about the things I like and don't. Instead of running I found myself opening my mouth and the words that were on my brain popping right out, "What do you want?"

I regretted my words the moment they were out. Her beautiful but fake smile disappeared only to be replaced by a scowl. "Okay, you got me," she slumped down in one the dining chairs, tossing her apron on top of the table.

"Why the hell did I even bother with trying to be sweet with you, I make the rules in this house," she said hitting her fist on the table with every word she said. "I buy the food and take care of the bills."

Poor table, I felt pity for it since she looked like she was about to let all her anger on it. I don't even understand where the anger came from.

She stood up from her seat, hurried to add some water in her meatballs which were about to get burnt due to her negligence. When she turned back to me, she had that devious smirk on her face, one I didn't like at all.

"Get dressed, we have a very important guest, I expect nothing but perfection. I put some clothes in your closet wear those."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "Why do I have to play dress up for a guest?"

She shot me one long stare, enough to shut me up. "I hate questions, honey, you're know that very well do as you're told or you will suffer the consequences."

"What consequences?" I asked but she didn't answer, instead she just turned back to her cooking.

"Ahh," I groaned in anger, stomped my feet on the floor before walking back to my room. Why the hell is she so controlling? Why is she so annoying? The question I asked myself the most is why of all the woman in the world was she my mother??

Just why???