The Secret of Ella and Micha Chapter 9

MichaIve slept in my own bed for the past week, even though my body itched to do another maneuver up the maneuver and into Ellas window. Shes been avoiding me ever since we made kayoed in my car. Im guessing she needs well-nigh time to sort through her thoughts that I was oerwhelming her.Ella has always had issues with impropriety and pushed people away, including me if I try to cross the friend line. I rattling had to work to become her friend. Weve always lived next door, still it took me bribing her with a succus box and a toy car to even get her to allow me climb over the fence into her yard.But it was worth the time. Fifteen age later, were stable friends. I cant imagine my life with step to the fore her, something I grasped that night when I found her on the bridge. Even though I knew she wasnt passage to jump, eyesight her standing on the ledge made me realize that I pauperization and need her in my life forever. She challenges me, pushes me, and pisses me off, bu t I wouldnt have it whatever other way.Its late in the afternoon when I wake up. blooming(a) against the b chastise sun, I drag my butt out of bed and cast aside on an old tee and some jeans. Ethan and I are still working on fixing the blown head gasket on my car, so I send him a text that Im up and ready to go. I head into the kitchen and drink the orange juice straight out of the jug.My mummy walks in combing her hair, and scolds me. Micha Scott, how many times have I told you not to do that crap? She snatches the juice away and sets it congest in the fridge.I wipe away the juice from my chin. I designate its called selective hearing.She does up the buttons on her jacket, trained to head off to her day note as a secretary at the dealership. She also has a night job as a hostess at a cafe. You are much(prenominal) a smart ass. She holds up a red lacy bra. Okay, so I know Ive always been the cool mammary gland, but finding this in my bed is crossing the line.Isnt it yours? I grab a box of grain out of the cupboard.She scowls at me as she tosses the bra into the trash behind her. I have much more class than that.Thinking of her trashy dress the other night, I cant help but laugh. Thats breaking word of honor to me.She quietly slaps the back of my head and I laugh, rubbing it like it hurts. If you must know, I had a date that night with a really nice guy, but hes a slight younger than me and I was trying to urinate a good first impression.So thats why you had that trashy dress on. I scoop a handful of cereal out of the box and rack it into my mouth. I was wondering almost that.I didnt look that bad, she protests, grabbing her keys from the hook on the circumvent. Did I?I hate it when she asks questions like these ones that dont have a right answer. I shrug and put the cereal back into the cupboard.She grabs a granola freeze out of the cupboard. So Ellas back for good Im guessing?I fag slowly on the cereal. yeah, until summers over.She waits f or me to embellish. Are you going to tell me where she was for the last eighter or nine months?College, I say. In Vegas.Wow, Im actually impressed with that answer. She peels the wrap off the granola bar. Good for her.I frown. Why? She bailed on every(prenominal)one.Im not grammatical construction how she did it was right, but its good shes going somewhere in her life.I told you I have plans. I just need to figure out a way to make them happen.She sighs and pats my head like Im still a child. I worry about you spending too much time chasing her. You king have to realize that maybe she doesnt want to get caught, sweetie. Trust me. It was something I had to learn with your dad. She hangs her bag over her shoulder and drums her fingernails on the counter. Micha, did you conceive about what I told you the other night?You mean with that random text you direct me?She sighs heavy-heartedly. Im sorry I broke the news to you like that. Its been sitting on my chest for a while and I ju st couldnt figure out a way to do it. I panicked. She hangs her head. Im a terrible produce, arent I?I shake my head and give her a hug because I can sense she needs one. Being a terrible news breaker doesnt make you a terrible mother. Ive always had a detonator over my head and food to eat.She hugs me back. yeah, but sometimes it feels like I should have spent more time with you. I mean, every mother in the world gives more than what I do.My eyes travel over her head to the window. Ellas house is right outside, looking broken and beaten. Not every mother. In fact, some cant help not to.She steps away, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. Are you going to call him?I eye my fathers number tacked to the wall next to the phone. I havent decided yet.She dabs her fingers under her eyes, fixing her makeup. Just make sure to guess about it from both sides. I know hes been out of your life for forever, but he sounded genuine on the phone. I think he really wants to see you.I force a smile. Alright, Ill think about it.My father bailed out when I was six and we havent heard from him since. My ma went looking for him right after he left, but she came back give tongue to me she couldnt find him. Ive always wondered if she did find him, but didnt want to tell me the truth.My mom leaves the house and I relax on the couch with my feet kicked up on the table as I wait around for Ethan to show up. Im surf through the channels when the home phone rings.Hello.Umm is this Micha? A voice responds.Yeah why? Whos this?A long pause fills the connection and I think Ive lost the weirdo.Are you there? I ask, getting annoyed.Yeah. He clears his throat. This is your father.I nearly drop the damn phone.Micha, this is you, isnt it? He sounds old and formal and it pisses me off.Yeah its me, I say through gritted teeth.I know your mother was going to have you call me, but there is something I need to sing to you about, he says. And it cant wait.I consider his request. Ive been w aiting almost fourteen historic period to talk to you. I think you can wait a little bit longer. Then I slam the phone down and sack the wall.The sheetrock crumbles to the counter top and the hook holding the keys crashes to the floor.Fuck I intermit to the ground, hoping no one walks in and sees me falling apart.Especially Ella.