Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Chapter 40

I opened the door slowly, anxiety crawling in my  stomach. The house is oddly quiet which was  weird.

There should be shouts of anger from dad towards  Arden. Telling him that what he had done was  wrong and uncalled for. But there isn’t. It’s just  silent.

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I shut the door with a soft thud and readjusted the  bag strap. Ryan had just dropped me off a few  seconds ago.

But someone was missing and that was Arden. It  led me to believe that he hadn’t gotten off the  hook this time and he was probably at home.

I looked around the entire school for him with the  help of Blake and a worried Rosalie. But we hadn’t  seen him and could not get in touch since he  wasn’t picking up his phone.

Liam hadn’t been at school today because of  suffering a broken ankle last night so there was no  way he’d know where Arden was.

In Rosalie words ‘the doofus tried to skate but  ended up falling down on his ankle’. I promise to  visit him when I got the chance.

After all he’s like a little brother and it would be  nice to see Roro again and uncle Luke who forbade  me to call him Lukey.

As I walk closer to the kitchen I could hear the  faint sound of metal hitting metal. It’s a very  unpleasant sound and as I near the doorway I  could see mom frantically scraping a pan off of  macaroni and cheese. Her hair is knotted as it falls  over her shoulders.

She looked dazed and worried as she harshly  scraped the pan. It was like she hadn’t notice my  presence.

I chew on my lower lip and walk into the kitchen  until I was opposite to her, a few feet away, only  separated by the kitchen counter.

“Mom.” I say softly watching her tuck a tendril  behind her ear and go back to scraping.

to mine are focused at her  task which was from what I could tell make that  pan spotless as

first time. She stops and her head slowly  comes

She  forces out a laugh but I could see the deep worry  etched on

“Is Arden home?” I question.  And that’s when I understand why she was so  worried because

“What’s wrong mom?” I ask as I pulled her  into my chest and hugged her. It’s

 another fight.” She sniffles and breaks from our  embrace. She sighs

She says so lowly that I

loss for words, not expecting that

Arden?” I asked and looked

in his room. The principle suggested that I  should come pick him up, so I did.”

in a tight grip

“Am I a bad mom? Did I fail  him somehow? I-” Her

 mom? Fail him? I shook my head and rest my

You’re the  best mom anyone could ask for. You may not think  it now but Arden looks up to you and dad,

I could  feel the

right? You’ll let

questioned stunned me to a point that I  couldn’t properly think. I feel extremely guilty and  it’s eating

thought she was a bad mom because  Arden and I never seek her or dad’s guidance.  Instead we gobble down our emotions and our  secrets until

bad parents,  they are the best. It’s us who chose to keep things  away from them because in our own way it’s how  we protect them. Protect

gobbled  down, I settle for a lie. “I’ll always tell you if  something’s wrong

my response.  Which makes me all the more swim with guilt.  Might as well drink an

know about Arden?” I question, wanting

mad. Not at Arden but the situation. He should  be

finish the sentence before  we hear the door being burst open. It hits the wall  with an ear splitting