As he drove he replayed the events over and over in his head. Trying to find fault in his actions and coming up empty. He only wanted to protect her but it seemed that just enraged her even more, he gave his thoughts a mental shake and prepared him self for the next few weeks of being home. It had been 4 years since he had left his childhood home. The next few weeks were going to be hell. Slowly he pulled into the drive way of his parent's house. A nice two story that looked to have recently been repainted, the porch had an old rocking chair that a squeaked when you sit in it.
As James opened the door on his beat up old pickup the squeak it made reminded him of the chair. James picked up his duffle bag and lugged it up to the house. He had managed to stay away for 4 years and now his best efforts couldn't keep him from having to come home. The thought of facing her was almost two much he just wanted to get back in his truck and go back to his apartment. As he shut his door he shuddered not from the cold weather that seemed to be content on dumping snow on the ground. The snow storm having followed him seemed to be laughing at him wanting him to stay at his parent's house. The interstate had closed due to the storm.
As James shut his door at he saw the door to his parent's house open and his mom and rush out to greet him. As they closed the distance he saw that his mom had tears of joy and a relived look on her face and his dad was all smiles. James forced a smile trying to hide the fact that this is the last place I wanted to be. As his mom closed in to give him a hug he realized how long he had been gone he didn't remember towering over her. At 5"10 185 lbs he was the perfect picture of a college football player. His mom being 5"5 and 95 lbs looked just the same as she did the day he had left. His dad closer to height looked to have put on a few pounds. James made a mental note that he would have to crack a few jokes at his dad's expense. As James embraced his mom his new habit got him in trouble.
"I see you haven't changed much in the past 4 years Grace. Frank you seem to have enjoyed moms cooking a lot more since I left." Grace looked up at her son with a scow on her face
"James call me mom why did you ever start using our first names I never understood that."
"Sorry mom it's a habit I picked up at my job and it's hard to break."
"Well you better break it right now mister if we have to listen to you for 3 weeks calling us by our first names I swear that I just might have to contact your boss and give him a peace of my mind."
James shuddered he hadn't been at home for more than 3 minuets and he was already being scolded like he was a little boy again. James just smiled and remembered that was how his mother was. As his mom released him from her embrace it was his dads turn to give him a fatherly hug. Not as long and with a few claps on his back. James was impressed even though Frank seemed to have put on a few more pounds he was as strong as he remembered. "We were worried about you the news said the interstate had been closed due to the number of accidents have been happing. We hoped that you were ok and not one of those poor people stuck due to the snow."
"No everything went fine the storm followed me. I stayed ahead of most of the snow." As Grace ushered him inside Frank followed behind, as they approached the door he saw her in the doorway. Her face was almost unchanged since the last 4 years that he saw her. Her red hair cascaded off her shoulders; her face was a blank mask except a hint of a smile he wasn't sure why. The last time he saw her she was so angry at him at he had stayed away from her for 4 years. He shuddered mentally at the thought of there last fight. As he walked to the door she just turned around and walked in the house without a word to him. It seems she was still upset with him. He only hoped that she could wait till mom and dad were gone at work before she chose to pick a fight with him.
As James turned to get his bag from his dad, frank told him to go try out some of mom's special rum cookies that he would take the bag to his room. James not wanting to get into another scolding just followed the directions. As James turned to the kitchen he saw her sitting in what was his favorite chair when he was there. She had a smile on her face now but it wasn't directed at him. James entered the kitchen seeing that dinner was still being cooked. Grace offered him everything from rum cookies to home made peanut caramel crunch. James asked his mom if she had any eggnog and she said that there hadn't been time to pick it up that they would go tomorrow to get the ingredients for it.
James wanting to eat more but decided that he couldn't have too many sweets or he would look like his father and would require him to have to spend more of his fleeting time at the gym. As it was being a senior in college he had tried to show that he wasn't a dumb jock riding out a foot ball scholarship and had taken as many extra courses as possible. So what time wasn't spent practicing he had his nose buried in books.
Finally his coach approached him worried about his performance on the field. When James explained the coach smiled and told him that he understood James way of thinking and encouraged James to not be afraid to ask for help from his professors that when he had approached them about grades they were all impressed with his commitment to his school work off the field.
What James didn't tell the coach was that he had a reason he was taking those extra curses was to prove a point to his cousin. Of course James couldn't admit that to himself he just held to that he didn't want to look like some dumb jock.
As James entered the living room Frank came down and told him that his bag was sitting on his bed. Just then Grace entered the living room and announced that dinner was still atleast an hour away so she suggested that James unpack. As James headed to go up the stairs to his room Frank told him that once he was unpacked and settled in to come out to the garage he wanted to show him some of the new improvements. Absently James said he would be there as soon as he unpacked. As James ascended the stairs he unconsciousnessley held his breath. After he reached the top of the stairs he realized that his lungs starting to tingle with the need of air. Slowly he exhaled and continued to his room. He walked in and saw that things were the same as when he left the posters of his sports idols on the wall. As he looked at the floor he saw that his rug was never straightened.