Through My Heart

Chapter 3 - A Switch to Tolerance

Throughout the ride, I have focused more on the song hoping to find anything to keep any odd thoughts from popping into my head. We reach the bungalow soon and I am the first to get out of the car.

Felix is a good guy but when you end things awkwardly with someone, that too 2 years ago. It isn't exactly the best idea to make small talk with them which can probably lead to the talk of the night when I told him that my parents don't want us to date anymore.

I can't believe I told him that, how stupid have I been all this time? Parents do want the best for their kids but whatever mine had been doing to give me the best, needs to be questioned. Stomping, I walk inside the door and Felix follows me awkwardly.

Hearing footsteps, Reese emerges out of the lounge panting. "I can die for you seriously but I am never doing this again." With that, she storms out of the front door. I sigh tiringly then prepare myself to face my parents.

I enter the lounge and find them sitting at sofas across the room. Their eyes find me and soon both of them are running up to me. "Oh, my princess," Dad exclaims pulling me into him. I stand there for a few minutes watching them fake cry and express their love and only when they are done do I speak up.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, ignoring their presence and making my way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. I am sure that they will prefer to lecture me now but a lot has changed in the past month, maybe even my tolerance for their control over my life.

"Sweetheart, that's no question to ask your parents," Mom says in a scolding manner. I take a gulp of water and breathe a few times, calming my nerves. She is right, they have always done everything for my betterment. I can't be an ass to them just because they did not show up at my husband's funeral.

I nod slowly.

"Honey, we know you are not happy with us but we thought it will be better for you to have this time to yourself," Dad speaks up and I look at him, ready to break into tears anytime. "Yes, and you gave me a month, long enough to contact a shrink," I speak through building tears in my eyes.

"My baby-" Mom says advancing towards me but I hold a hand to her. "I am fine Mom." My harsh tone takes her off guard and she pauses at her place.

"You are still mourning him, Blake. He wasn't even in your life for a year." She says watching a few tears roll down my cheeks. My brows furrow and I stare at the two with disbelief.

"You guys were the ones who got me married to him in the first place!" My voice comes out louder than I intended to but it reflected my emotions and frustration equally. "I can't believe it. What's wrong with you both?" I say hastily standing up from the couch I had sat on along with them.

I feel Mom's hand creep up my shoulder and for a moment, I want to forget everything and cry in her embrace but I hold myself back. Something's not right with them and the last thing I need is to be more confused about my existence.

"Look, we only want the best for you, and staying stuck at him won't help you in any way," Mom speaks up while I sniffle. "We are here now. You don't have to go to see the therapist anymore, everything will be fine." Dad finishes Mom's words and for the first time, I begin to feel comforted.

Ever so slowly, I lower my head onto Mom's shoulder and cry lowly. She hushes me for a while and I feel like being transported to my childhood when I will snuggle in her arms until I was asleep. My breathing calmed in a matter of minutes and my eyelids begin to shut slowly.

"Blake, what do you think about Felix?" Dad's voice is what I hear on the verge of getting pulled into the sleeping abyss and I jerk myself awake. "Nothing," I reply, sitting straight.

"He has turned into a remarkable young man, hasn't he?" Mom suggests, watching my expressions closely.

Something clicks in me, like a switch to tolerance.

"Is that why you're both here?" I ask rudely. The two exchange a glance, "Felix is the perfect gentleman for you and we can't watch you waste your life mourning for Aaron." Mom clears her throat and takes my hand into hers.

I snatch my hand away instantly and stand up, "That's enough."

"Blake!" Mom shouts at me but I don't budge. They should have at least respected the fact that they are sitting under Aaron's roof and that Aaron was their choice too. Aida was wrong, spending time with parents isn't what I need right now. Instead being away from them sounds more interesting.

"I am leaving in 2 days for Hawaii. You will not hear from me often now." This is a decision, the whole universe is uncertain about. Well, I am not any less surprised either from myself but I have said it already.