knew your sisters were talking about guys, but you assured us, âMy head is focused. Iâm not even thinking about guys. All I want to do is graduate top of my class.â Yet here you are doing something way worse than anybody in this family ever has!â
âSo youâre perfect?â I said in an angry tone.
âI didnât say I was perfect, but Iâm your mother, and I never took naked pictures of myself and thought it was okay.â
âWell, I didnât either, Mom!â
âSo now youâre in denial? Thatâs just great, Sloan. Thatâs just great! You had a dream of Harvard. You had a vision to be top of your class. Why couldnât you just stay focused?â When we got to the red light, she looked over at me and said, âI know Iâve been working hard at the firm on this food poisoning case. Obviously, I need to pay more attention to my child. So if you want me to apologize, then Iâll do that.â
Really pissed at this point, I said, âNo, Mom. You need to pay more attention to your marriage.â
Squinting her eyes she said, âWhat are you talking about, Sloan?â
âIâm talking about you all mad at me about little pictures that you saying that I sentâ¦â
âYou sent? Iâm not talking hearsay that you sent it. Dear, Iâve got the proof! You sent it, okay! What are you talking about, about my marriage?â
The last thing I wanted to do was hurt my mom, but she was hurting me by not even giving me a chance to explain, by not even asking me what was really up, by not trusting me. I wasnât lying. She knew that I wasnât a liar, so I reached inside my purse and pulled out the picture that Mr. Brown had given me and showed it to my mom. She snatched it out of my hand, and as tears welded up in her eyes, she had nothing else to say from that point on. As bad as I felt about my own situation, I now felt way worse for breaking her heart. She being way too hard on me though. What else was a girl to do?
I wanted to snatch the picture out of my momâs hands and pretend Iâd never shown it to her, but what was done was done. I could see she was not only confused but hurt as well. She didnât grill me more about how I got it. She didnât want to discuss it either. We simply rode the rest of the way home without a word spoken.
She didnât have to tell me I was grounded. She didnât have to tell me to go to my room. She didnât have to tell me I was on punishment. I knew my fate. Even though I wanted some alone time, a part of me wanted to hug her and reassure that it had to be more to the story than what we saw in the photo. However, even if she gave me the time of day, I couldnât give her the answers that would give her comfort because I really believed, deep down, that my dad was engaging in some type of uncouth relationship with the mystery chick.
Later that evening, I heard a whole bunch of arguing. The walls were trembling because of the yelling going on. I peeked my head out into the hallway and looked over the steel railing.
âSo you mean to tell me you donât know where she got this from?â my mother questioned my dad.
âNo, I donât know where she got it from, but Iâm telling you it doesnât mean anything,â my father replied.
My mom retorted with attitude, âFunny, seeing you all locked up in somebodyâs arms like youâre whispering sweet nothings in her ear doesnât look like nothing to me.â
âShh, hon, keep your voice down. The girls are upstairs.â
âAnd with my daughters talking to boys, they need to know there are trifling men in the world. Sometimes you canât trust none of them,â my mom said as she rolled her eyes at my dad.
âAw, baby, donât be like that,â he said as he tried to wrap his arms around her.
Pulling away, she said, âWell, youâre not telling me