Choosing Wrong

Chapter 10

Emily's POV

Have you ever been in that awkward situation where you're sitting in your boss/criminal/kidnapper's car going back home - because he finally allowed you to - and your Spanish chatterbox mother calls and you accidentally click answer instead of ignore?

I certainly have been.

My mother was ranting away in Spanish on the other side of the phone so loud that people in Africa could probably hear her. Even after moving the phone away from my ear, her voice was banging my ear drums.

"Por el amor de dios Emily, cuantas veces te he dicho que me llames por la noche antes de dormir eh? Cuantas veces?" (Translation: For the love of god Emily, how many times have I told you to call me at night before sleeping ha? How many?) I looked away from Logan, who looked like he was about to burst out laughing and focused out the window as I waited for my mother to calm down.

"Mama, no soy una niña. Estaba ocupada con trabajo" (Translation: Mom, I am not a kid. I was busy with work) I whispered, hoping Logan wouldn't hear me talking in Spanish.

"No me des esa mierda Emily. Tu eres mi niña, y siempre lo seras. La proxima vez que no me llames antes de acostarte, me encontraras en la puerta de tu casa eh jovencita." (Translation: Don't give me that shit Emily. You are my girl, and you will always be. The next time you don't call me before going to bed you will find me on your doorstep young lady)

"Que sí mama." (Translation: Yes mom.) I whined, desperate to end the most embarrassing moment of my life.

"Vale mi niña, cuidate. Te llamo luego." (Translation: Okay my girl, take care. I'll call you later) Instantly, I hanged up, letting our an exasperated sigh. My mother was by far the most annoying Spanish person ever. Not wanting to look at Logan with flushed cheeks, I continued staring out the window, watching buildings whoosh past.

"Looks like you're close to your mum" Logan teased from beside. I turned my head to face him, only to see him try hard to suppress his laughter.

"Yeah, very close" I replied sarcastically.

"Do you always talk to your mother in Spanish?"

"Most of the time. She knows English but she prefers talking in Spanish. Her English isn't really the best"

"Is your father Spanish too?" He asked, looking at me occasionally before returning his gaze towards the road.

"No, he's French. But he knows Spanish too so he can communicate with my mother" I responded. He nodded before a minute of silence conquered us.

"Do you speak french?" He suddenly questioned.

"Yes"

He nodded again before we continued our journey in silence to my house.

Upon arriving my building a minute of awkward silence filled the vehicle, before Logan decided to break it.

"So you can come back to work on Monday." He stated, not looking my way.

"Okay" I responded. Not wanting to carry on the world's most awkward conversation, I decided it was time to leave. "Well, thanks for the ride." He nodded and I stepped out of the car, feeling the wind of freedom strike my face.

Stepping in to my apartment was like a dream come true. Everything was just as I had left it. Although, the smell of freshly cooked food lingered the area, and that's when I got curious. Dropping my handbag to the floor and picking an umbrella from near the threshold, I walked inside, making sure to take quite steps to surprise my intruder. As I arrived my bedroom, I noticed the lights of my en suite bathroom turned on. I neared the door, ready to attack when the door flung open and my sister walked out in nothing but a towel.