Breakaway (Penalty Kill 1)

Just then, little Miss Smarty walks in with only a towel wrapped around her body and her wet hair hanging on her shoulders. She’s holding the towel around her and a shirt in one hand. The towel barely covers her because her hip and leg are playing peek-a-boo with me.

“I didn’t wake you, did I?” she asks, walking into her bathroom as if she didn’t just pass me wearing only a towel.

“No. My alarm did. Why are you getting ready so early anyway?”

“Breakfast with my mother,” she says, dropping the towel. I can only watch as she puts on a bra and then underwear.

“Are you seriously going to dress in front of me?” I ask, getting out of the bed and walking over to her.

“Um, yeah. That’s typically what people do in the morning. We get dressed.” Presley rolls her eyes as she reaches for her shirt, but I grab her waist instead. Leaning down, I pull her body flush against mine and whisper into her ear.

“I’d rather you undress in front of me.”

Chapter 10

Presley

It takes me forever to pry myself off of Levi, but I finally do. I have to meet my mother for breakfast since I don’t have classes until later in the day. I meet her at a local restaurant. My mother’s red hair is a shade darker than mine. She is smart and petite, with perfect make-up, and a power suit.

“Presley, my baby.” She hugs me carefully, as to not wrinkle her clothes.

“Mother, how have you been?” I try to talk to her every so often, but it is never for a long time.

“I’m well, dear, but I’m more curious about you.” She sits down and sips her coffee.

“Me? What I have I done to pique your interest?”

“I spoke to your brother and he explained to me that you’re having sex with his rival from high school.” I just about spit my drink out of my mouth. That little jerk face. When I get a hold of him, I’m going to kill him.

“Mother.” I compose myself after my coughing spell. “I’m seeing someone and he did go to high school with Trevor, but I’m an adult now. I don’t need Trevor telling you my every move.” I’m so tired of Trevor being a tattle-tale to our parents. I am an adult, and I don’t need their permission for every little thing. I swear sometimes my parentsand Trevor treat me like I’m an infant.

“Presley, you’re a McCarthy and we spend a lot of money on you to attended our alma mater. I know that you are doing okay in school, but you could be doing better. And, really, sweetheart, a hockey player?” Oh, here it comes. Her speech about how hockey players are nothing but barbarians and real men spend their time in a court room or an operating room. I have told her a thousand times that I don’t care what their profession is, just that they are a good person and they treat me well. That is what matters. Plus, I have other goals before marriage even comes into the picture,

“Mother, Levi is a great guy. Also, I don’t need your permission on who to date. Are you forgetting that Trevor is a hockey player, so is he a bad guy too?”

My mother straightens her jacket and sits taller. “I’ve spoken to your father about this situation, because it’s upsetting Trevor. Your father wants to meet him and then he’ll have the final say.”

I want to roll my eyes, but my mother doesn’t like that at all and I don’t want to ruffle any more feathers with her. “I don’t need Daddy to come in and approve of Levi. Plus, why are you talking to Daddy about my love life anyway?”

“You’re our only daughter and your wellbeing is at stake.”

This time I did roll my eyes. “Mother, this conversation is over. I’m sorry.” I stand up, peck her cheek, and storm outside. I love my mother, but sometimes she is a control-freak. As I am driving home, all I can think of is how I don’t want my parents controlling every part of my life. I know I am the only girl, but it is getting old that Trevor can do whatever, and whoever, he wants and I have to worry about our family image.

Getting back to my apartment, I realize that Levi must have fallen back asleep after I left. He doesn’t have practice since they have a game tonight and he only has lab work today. I go into the kitchen when I hear my door open. Oh, shit.

“Twin, where you at?” Trevor hollers for me.

“In the kitchen and don’t yell.” Trevor comes in and heads straight to the fridge.

“Did you see Mom?” he asks as he grabs a bottle of water.

“Yes and let me thank you for running your mouth toour parents.” I poke his side hard as I sit down at the kitchen table.

“Hey, I just told Dad and he ran to Mom.” Trevor sits down next to me.

“Stop talking about my love life to them. I don’t go running to them every time you fall under a Bunny, do I?” Trevor just looks at me, knowing that I don’t tell our parents every detail of his love life.

“Okay, you’re right. I’m sorry. Listen, I have to run, but Dad will be at my game on Thursday okay.”