door behind me and sank down
onto the floor, tears beginning to flow from my eyes. I was the girl who never
cried and now I’d cried twice in the same week—what the hell was wrong with me?
Whatever it was, I decided right then that I was going to stop being such an
idiot. I couldn’t trust myself around Jaxon; I couldn’t trust myself around
anyone. I had nearly ruined everything for my mom—all of her dreams of a happy
family spending Thanksgiving together, of me meeting her new husband and
everyone loving each other and becoming good friends. I felt sick to my
stomach, knowing that if Mom ever found out about what Jaxon and I had just
done, she would never be able to forgive me for screwing up the happiness she
had found.
I stayed in my room the entire night, telling Mom I
still felt under the weather when she came home. I took another shower,
standing under the hot water until it ran cold, and then crawled into bed,
shivering and lonely. There was absolutely no one I could talk to about the
stupid situation; I couldn’t even talk to Jaxon about it—every time I had tried
to, we ended up having sex. I snuck out after I was sure everyone had gone to
sleep and grabbed leftovers from the kitchen, eating them in my room and
sneaking out again to put the dishes in the sink.
The next day I stayed alone again; Mom was worried,
I knew. She came by my room three different times and asked if I was sure I was
okay. I wasn’t, but I told her I was just under the weather, that I wasn’t
feeling up to hanging out with the rest of them. I had no idea what Jaxon did—I
told myself I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. I had to get back to campus, and
just pretend that he had never existed. I had to forget I’d ever been attracted
to him, that we’d ever had sex, that anything existed
between us.
I made a token appearance before I left to go back
to school. Even as fucked up as the situation was, I knew Mom would be more
upset if I left without saying goodbye. I’d already done enough to ruin her
dreams of a perfect family holiday—I wasn’t going to pour salt in her wounds by
making it worse. She hugged me and kissed me and told me in a low voice that
we’d get around to talking sometime, and I was too tired, too exhausted
mentally to do more than nod and tell her I loved her, that I would drive safe. I didn’t know whether or not Jaxon had already left. All I
knew was that I was way happier to be going back to the world of classes and
tests and essays than I ever would have thought I could be.
I’d thought that it’d be a relief to be on the road,
but as I started out, I kept dwelling on the whole crazy fucked up situation.
Of course, I thought, it would be funny to anyone else. Probably a million
comedies had been done just on the same exact premise. But in real life, I was
completely miserable. I could still feel the ache between my hips, the tender
feeling between my thighs from the sex I’d had with Jaxon; but I knew that
there was no way we could ever—ever—do that again, no matter how much I wanted
him. I had to do the right thing for my mom. I couldn’t just ruin everything
she’d looked forward to so much. She’d given so much up for me; I owed it to
her to not screw up her new marriage. I just wanted to get back to the dorms,
and bury myself in my bed, and try not to think about Jaxon or his dad or the
whole crazy mess for a few hours. I’d be relieved when I had something else to
fill my mind with . I kept seeing my mom in my mind:
how happy she’d been to introduce me to my new family, and how shocked she had
been when she walked in on Jaxon and me. Some holiday it had been; I’d never
been more completely miserable in my life.
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