My mother quickly takes her cell phone out of the small bag she brought with her, and dials the driver's cell phone number.
"Hi Edward, can you come get me please? I'm going home, but don't pick me up at the same entrance that you left me when we got to the restaurant, I need you to come for me in the back" says my mother.
Seconds later, my mother has hung up the call, we said goodbye to my mother's friend when he brought us the box of my father's cupcakes, we thanked him, and we left there.
When we got out, Edward was already there, and my mother and I got on as fast as we could, still feeling terrified that Matteo was about to see us.
And my mother has asked Edward to speed up as fast as he could, and that he try to get into streets where he could hide in case someone wanted to chase us.
When we least expected it, we got home, and immediately, peace and tranquility took over my body, it was as if the terror I felt had really vanished in a second.
Best of all, I was able to see my father, as he was sitting at his favorite table in the patio that was next to the house, it was a round table, with four seats, it had an umbrella on top that allowed when someone sat there, You will enjoy the slight and relaxing sound of the rain as well as the cold and loneliness of the place.
My father had not realized that I had arrived at the house until I had taken it upon myself to do so, because before getting out of the car, I asked my mother and Edward not to say anything to my father because I told him I wanted to surprise him that I have returned home, and they listened to me, and so I did, I slowly approached where he was sitting, luckily his back was turned, so he had not noticed that I had arrived, in addition to the fact that he was also concentrating on reading on his tablet.
"Hi dad," I finally said as I finished walking towards him and stood right behind him.
My father reacted by being scared, thinking that it was my mother who spoke to him, but when he saw me, a calm and relieved smile appeared in his eyes, and immediately, he approached me to hug me, leaving the tablet on the table aside. .
"Alessandra! Dear! I'm so glad you're back home, where were you? You had your mother and me very worried!" my father said, without daring to let go of his embrace.
"Sorry dad, I can't talk to you or mom about it, the only thing I want you to know is that I'm fine, okay?" I tell my father, the truth is that I did not want to have to tell him what happened to me, I did not want to know how my parents would react, and it is that although there was no rape, I do not want to tell them that I really I liked having lived that experience with Matteo, because I know that as soon as I say something about this to my parents, they will immediately think that I am crazy, especially my mother who is a psychiatrist, she would quickly diagnose me with Stockholm syndrome , and he would send me to treatment at once, and I didn't want that because that would mean harming me, and not only me, but it would also harm Matteo.
"Are you sure you're okay? Don't you want to suddenly go see a psychologist if that's what, or do you want to talk about it with us?" my mother asks when she has come closer to where my father and I were.
"No mom, I'm fine like this, don't worry about me" I tell them trying to sound convincing enough for them.
My parents look at each other, as if they were thinking that maybe I was lying to them, hiding the truth, but finally, they decide not to say anything so as not to be insistent, and they just nod their head, but anyway, I know that both are not 100 percent convinced that what I told them was right.
"Well, let's go inside, I'll ask Martha to make you a cup of hot chocolate the way you like it, and if you want, you can take a bath, and change your clothes so that the rest of the afternoon you can do whatever you want." until dinner time" says my mother.
"Yes, that's a good idea, could you serve me the chocolate with one of the cupcakes Gregory made?" I tell my mother, realizing that she was holding the box of cupcakes that Gregory gave her when we left the restaurant.
"Of course, I'll also ask Martha to make me and your father a cup of chocolate," says my mother.
"Wait! Did you say Gregory cupcakes? Says my father getting excited as if he were a little boy.
"Yes, Gregory sent enough for the three of us, so you won't want to eat them all, got it?" says my mother, being very patient with my father, because the truth was that when it came to sweets, and especially cakes, he was so unbearable that we could almost compare him to behaving like a little boy who wanted to be loved to give her candy right away, or else she'd start throwing an unbearable tantrum that no one would be able to stop.
"Yes woman, I understand, but hurry to the kitchen and ask Martha to prepare the chocolates right now, I'm dying for a cupcake!" says my father.
My mother just nods, rolls her eyes, and without saying anything else, she goes inside the house to go to the kitchen.
My father picks up the tablet from the table, locks the screen that he has left unlocked, and hurries to walk next to me to get the two of us into the house.