Number Eleven

Chapter 27.

Oakley POV

To say my mom is surprised to see me waiting on her front step with my head in my hands, would be a vast understatement.

"Oakley? What on earth are you doing here?" she yelps, eyes wide in shock as she stares at me from her spot on the sidewalk. I notice the bags of groceries in her hands before I rush off of the steps to take them from her.

Now with the grocery bags secure in my own hands, we slowly make our way to the door. "Let's get these inside first."

The door swings shut behind u and I kick off my shoes before carrying the bags to the kitchen and setting them on the floor.

Sighing, I pull out one of the kitchen chairs before sitting down. "I needed to talk to you, and I didn't want to do it over the phone."

She sits down with a serious look resting on her face befor