It was One Night Only

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Noah’s POV

As we enter the house I have no fear in me since I know how good and nice my mom had been to Nichole. Nichole even had a better relationship with my mom. It was better than mine so you can imagine the shock I felt when I saw my mom stand up and go to stand in front of Rachel.

At first, I see the extreme shock of terror on her face before she regains her confidence and speaks back to my mom. I don’t appreciate people speaking that way to my mom but considering what I was witnessing I did not know who I should support.

It was the first time my mom and Rachel were meeting so what could cause the bad blood between them to make my mom react as she did?

I could not believe my ears when my mom supported Nichole who would have continued playing both me and my best friend if I did not catch her. Although I knew what was going on I ignored it hoping she would repent and then come to me but she did not instead all I got was a brutal break up.

My senses are restored to me when my mom lands a slap across Rachel’s face. Rachel looked shocked as she sat there watching this woman who I had described as sweet to her.

What could be the main issue? Why was my mom reacting this way? I see my sister sit there watching in horror as my mom goes out of character for the first time in her entire life. She gasps in fear as Rachel holds the side of her face that had just received the slap.

“Stay out of it Noah, she is just a slut like her mother” my mom scream to me.

Was it possible that she knew Rachel’s mother? She had met Rachel’s mom and she was the sweetest woman you would ever meet. Why did she say something like that about the woman?

“Mrs. Lorraine I will not have you talk about my mom like that,” Rachel said with an expression that tells me she won’t go down without a fight.

“Please get her out of my sight,” my mom said without an iota of repentance as she stepped back and crossed her hand over her chest.

“Mom, it doesn’t matter what you said we are getting married we will send you an invitation to meet her parents,” I tell her.

“Noah you will marry only the girl I choose for you” she roared.

I want to scream at her and let her know that this was not the eighteenth century where a parent chooses the life partner for the child. I just can’t bring myself to shout at her. Although she gets on my nerves a couple of times, she has never done anything this big and I don’t know if I should still control myself or react.

“And you will stay out of my business and support me,” I tell her feeling my voice rise beyond what it normally is.

I pull Rachel up and walk away. Well, that was not a good parent meet-up for anyone.

I sit in the car with Rachel who sits silently beside me. I want to apologize but I can’t find the words to do so. It should go down in the books as the most embarrassing parent meet-up.

I try to analyze the situation to see why she would react that way. Rachel did nothing that would attract such reactions. I pull myself together and begin to drive and then decide to stop.

There was no way I should wait to apologize it would be better if I did it immediately.

I turned to her and her right face greeted me. I take a deep breath to call her name. When her name rolled off my tongue I saw tears drop from both eyes.

She was crying and all I could do was say some words of apology. I feel so helpless