Betrothed to HIM?! Ch. 1

Chapter One: The Letter

Maxine’s POV:

All eyes were on the clock. We watched and heard every tick that went by.

I mean, who wouldn’t be waiting for the bell if it was the last day before Spring Break? Especially if Mrs. What’s-her-face was going on about using condoms during ‘sexual intercourse’. HELLO? WE DON’T GIVE A SHIT.

BRRRRRRRRRRRINNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes! I grab my bag and rush out the classroom door. Freedom!

Logan's POV:
Spring cleaning. Seriously, there is absolutely no point in cleaning your room, especially if you know it's going to get messy again later.
But since I don't want to put stress on my mom, I'm here trying to make my room look like it's partially clean, while most teenagers are out with their friends HAVING FUN.
I sigh as I use the vacuum to vacuum under the bed. The vacuum sucks up something weird, so I pull it out from under the bed.
At the end of the vacuum I find an envelop. It was covered in dust clumps and said, "To my dear sons, Logan and Blake".
Curious, I tear the envelop open and find a letter addressed to me and Blake:
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Dear Logan and Blake:
I wish I could see you two grow up, but I feel my end is near. I'm sorry for having to leave you two so soon with just your mother to care for you. You must take care of her from now on. Please watch over her for me, as I can no longer be there for her. Thank you.
Love, Dad
P.S. Tell your mother to check under the mattress.

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The letter was marked with a date that was a little more than ten years ago. I walked downstairs, still shocked, with the letter to my mother, who was wiping the counters with a wet cloth.
She saw the frozen look on my face, wiped her hands on her pants and took the letter from my surprisingly cold hands. I watched her face as she scanned the sheet of paper.
Her eyebrows furrowed. I know what this means. Everytime her eyebrows were like that, it meant something was on her mind.
"Logan, j-just go back to cleaning your room. I-I'll talk to you later, 'kay?"she said stiffly. I nodded and went back upstairs to my (still) messy room.
~Hours later~
As I lay staring at my ceiling of sports posters, I couldn't help but wonder what my deseased father meant by 'check under the mattress'.
It was so quiet that the silence started getting to my nerves. I sat up on my bed. I heard my mom whispering on the phone. I made out some of my mom's side of the conversation:
"Yes, I'm sure that's what he wants."
"But which one...?"
"I'm scared and nervous too."
"What would be best for her?"
"Are you sure this is what you want too?"
"Maybe weshould waittill he comes back."

All I could do now was wonder.