Telling Her Parents

Lanie

The cold crept into my car as I sat in my parents’ driveway and stared at their house. I used to think the place was too big, but that was before I had seen Andrew’s home. Now Mom and Dad’s two-story looked modest in comparison.

I pushed my hands between my thighs to keep them warm as I continued to look at the house. The automatic lights in the front had come on, sensing that nighttime was no more than an hour away.

I’d spent half the day trying to forget what I was about to do and the other half walking around the park and talking about it with Erica. Still, the answer remained the same. Honesty was the best policy.

I could just leave. All I have to do is turn my car on and back out of the parking lot. Consequences be screwed.

I knew that was silly, though. Plus, the house’s front door was opening. My mom popped her head out and, seeing me, waved me in.

Plastering a smile on my face, I climbed from the car.

“What are you doing out here?” Mom asked, arms wrapped around herself