Oh god. This was the thing I had being scared of, becaause meeting Cerice's parents would, according to her, be something akin to a bomb going off. I bit my lip.
"Are you sure you want to do this now? I mean, now?"
"Well yeah. I mean at least if I tell them now I can go back to uni and you could take me. They couldn't threaten to take me away or anything. I feel safe." I felt my cheeks heat up. She felt safe with me.
"Well I suppose it could work. I mean, if they hate me at least I can drive away right? They won't throw anything at me will they? Because I never was good at dodge ball." We laughed, but mine was more a worried laugh.
"We'll be ok, I hope." I took her hand and squeezed it. I had to be there for her if this went wrong, and I was pretty sure it was going to. Flash backs of telling my parents appeared in my head.
Cerice and I drove to her Aunt's house in a painful silence. As I parked the car I saw shadows moving inside and felt my nerves rise to a peak. Cerice was taking calming breaths beside me and I reached across to squeeze her hand. She smiled and then got out of the car.
"Let's do this." She said determined and walked up the steps. I followed quietly. It was best to let her do the talking here. The door opened and a kind looking woman smiled at us.
"Oh Cerice has brought a friend home to meet you! Come in." She let us walk through. I thanked the stars that Cerice and I weren't holding hands, else I would have felt very pressured. Instead I felt as though I were her rock in this, and that she would be fine. As I entered the living room, I saw two very rich looking people staring at me, both sitting bolt upright on the sofa.
These must be her parents.