I Never Imagined ✔️

Chapter 33: Bomb Explosion (Part 2)

I perk up a little bit. The thought of her actually talking some sense into Randy seems like the perfect thing to do. Sophia, behind Sonia, is absolutely amazing at giving advice and talking to people. It's just one of her specialties.

"Do you think you could do that, belle?" I ask. I can practically feel her smile over the phone. "I definitely can, Ray. I'll be over in 10 minutes. Also, I can bring the food for you. I have too many leftovers, and Anthony is watching Furious 7 in the living room. So I'll be there," she says. I smile widely.

"That sounds great, belle. See you soon," I say. "See you, Ray," she says, and I hang up the phone. As soon as I hang up the phone, my mom comes into the living room and sits at the dining table. She hangs her head and has guilt painted all over her face, like she robbed a bank and it's eating her alive inside. I get up and go over to where my mom is.

"Mom? Are you ok?" I ask. She shakes her head. "Of course not, Ray. I feel like a horrible mother. I feel like I didn't raise Randy right. Where did I go wrong?" she asks. I shake my head. "Oh, Mom. Don't say that. It's no one's fault. Randy is just a little frustrated. I think he'll cool off," I say, and I sit down next to her.

"I hope so, Ray. He's not opening the door at all, and he's telling me to go away. I don't know what to do," she says. I sigh. "Does it help to tell you that I invited Sophia over to talk to him?" I ask. My mom looks up. "She's coming to talk to him?" she asks. I nod.

"Yep. She said she'd be glad to do it, and she's coming soon," I say. My mom smiles. "That girl is a keeper. You're really lucky to have found someone like her. Don't ever lose her again, Ray," my mom says. I nod. "Believe me. I'll hold on," I say.

Not long after that, someone rings the doorbell. I go and open the door, and surely enough, Sophia's standing at the door. I can see the food in her hands. The smell of it wafts into our room, and it's delicious. "Hey, belle. Come in," I say, and she walks into the house. My mom looks up and sees Sophia.

A big smile forms on her face. "Sophia! Hello dear!" she says. Sophia smiles too. "Hey, Mrs. Richards! I brought some dinner if you guys are hungry," she says. My mom stands up. "I'm starving. I didn't even want to cook tonight, so thank you! What did you bring?" she asks.

Sophia sets the food down onto the table. "Pastitsio, souvlaki with tzatziki, spanakopita, and galaktoboureko for dessert. Sound good?" Sophia asks. My mom opens the container, and inside, there are hot, fresh spanakopitas, with steam escaping from them. The smell that's escaping causes all of our stomachs to growl.

"It sounds amazing, Sophia. Ray, can you get plates, please?" my mom asks. I nod and go to the kitchen to get plates and forks. "Thanks, Mrs. Richards. I heard that Randy was a little upset, and I wanted to talk to him and see what was wrong," I hear Sophia say. I smile. She's the absolute best when it comes to these things.

"Thank you, Sophia. That means a lot to me," she says. I walk back into the dining room with plates and forks. "It's no problem at all. Where's Randy?" Sophia asks. My mom points to the end of the hallway. "Down the hall, and the first door to your left. Ray, do you want to lead her?" my mom asks. Inside, I know she just wants us to talk and have a little alone time before she goes in.

I nod. "Sure. Let's go, belle," I say, and walk towards Randy's room. Sophia follows me with a worried look on her face the whole time. "I don't know if Randy is going to even open the door for you, Sophia. He's a stubborn dude," I say outside of Randy's room. I open the door to my room in the meantime so I can sit and listen to what is happening.

"I'll try my best, Ray. I just want to talk to him and see what's wrong," she says. I smile. "You're the best, belle. Good luck," I say, and I walk closer to her. She wraps an arm around me in a warm hug, and I do the same. Eventually, we let go. "Ok. I'm going in," she says. I smile, nod, and go into my room and I lean against the door frame.