Chapter 19

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Alexis' POV

I slowly and quietly close the window behind me. I peep outside and see him drive off. I smile and bite my lower lip.

Tonight was the best night of my entire life.

I shriek then jump and twirl around. I laugh, the darkness in my room covering me like a thick blanket.

“Better change before mom comes” I say and slip off my heels.

Then the lights come on. I gasp.

“Spoke too soon?” I go.

A pair of bright blue now flashing pitch black scowls at me. I smile nervously.

“Mom” I let out. “What are you doing up at this hour?”.

Really?! This is the best I got?!

She folds her arms across her chest.

“¿Qué hora es Alexandra? (What time is it Alexandra?) ”.

Ah-jeez.

“Mommy…”.

“Just answer the question!”.

I lower my eyes to my phone's screen. The screen doesn't light up when I double tap.

“My battery is dead” I say.

“Really now?” she says with shock.

Sarcasm noted.

“Mamá… (Mom…)”.

“It's 2 in the morning Alexandra Maria Carlota-Fiorella Jordan Graham!” she scolds.

My eyes widen and I gasp, clutching my chest in shock.

“Is that part of my name?!”.

“No actúan lindo! (Don't act cute!)” she snaps.

I close my mouth.

“Yo soy realmente decepcionado en ti hija. Y a escondidas en a través de la ventana? Esto ha ido demasiado Alexandra! (I am truly disappointed in you daughter. And sneaking in through the window? This has gone too far Alexandra!)”.

I sigh.

“Mom please…”.

“¡ No! (No!) I am calling your father in the morning and you're grounded for life!”.

She turns away. I rush after her and pull her hand.

“No, no, no, no mom please don't call…what—?” I go as her words sink in. “You're grounding me for life?!”.

“Goodnight Alexandra!” she says firmly, pulling away but I tighten my grip.

“No, no, no, no, mamá mantener en favor! Ruego que mamá, por favor no decirle a papá. Y por favor, no enojarse en mí. No puedo vivir conmigo mismo si usted. Te prometo, lo juro a usted mamá, que nunca, Sin embargo, Sin embargo, nunca vuelva a suceder! Por favor, mamá! Por favor, por favor, por favor, por favor, por favor! Perdóname ahora,¿ no mamá? Bastante por favor madre?!   (No, no, no, no, mom hold on please! I beg you mommy, please don't tell dad. And please don't get mad at me. I can not live with myself if you do. I promise, I swear to you mommy, that it will never, ever, ever, ever happen again! Please mommy! Please, please, please, please, please! Forgive me now, huh mommy? Pretty please mother?!)” I rattle.

I finish and I'm totally out of breath. I catch my breath.

“Wow, that was something” I mutter under my breath.

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