Page 5 of Resisting Your Love

He grimaced, gazing at me with pleading eyes. That wasn't going to work, not with me. "I never said it was up for debate. It is something you are going to do, as I stated before. I never asked you to do anything for me?—"

"No, you haven't, but this is huge, Dad! I can't."

"I don't care what you say. It will happen. We will be having dinner with them on Saturday at eight. When I find out more details, I'll let you know. I love you. Goodnight." Without saying anything else to me, he quietly walked out.

What was I going to tell Joel? With the way things were going with us, I doubted we would even make it as a couple. But that was beside the point. My father must've bumped his head really hard to think I would do something like this. There had to be another way — it just had to be.

I plopped back down on my bed and ran a hand down my face. "I can't believe this," I whispered to myself.

"Damn it,"I groaned, trying to turn over on my stomach, but that was hard to do.

My head was pounding from the alcohol I drank the night before. That party I attended was wild as hell. There were bitches everywhere, too. Man, I should have taken at least two home with me. The only thing I was concerned with was having a good time, and that I did. It had been a while since I let loose like that. I was trying to slow down since my parents had been on my back about being reckless. Why should I stop what the hell I was doing because they said so? I was grown and living on my own. I should say damn them and what they were talking about. Lately, I saw that they were right. It was starting to catch up with me.

I lifted my head from the pillow again, trying to sit up, but it was no use. My stomach rumbled as nausea gripped me tightly. My mouth watered as if I was going to throw up. This feeling wasn't anything to play with. It was best I tried to go back to sleep in hopes of waking up feeling much better than I did at that moment. I shut my eyes, hoping for sleep to reclaim me.

My eyes snapped open as I heard pounding on my door as well as someone ringing my doorbell like they had no sense. I groaned and punched my bed, trying my hardest not to spazz out. Someone had lost their damn mind. I got out of bed and instantly grabbed my head. It was still pounding.

"Shit," I grumbled and made my way out of my bedroom and down the stairs. "I'm coming! Hold on!" I yelled. I couldn't wait to cuss whoever was at my door out.

When I snatched it open, my words died in my mouth after seeing my parents' faces. It had been a while since both of them showed up at the same time. I didn't do anything, so why were they here?

"Whatever you here for, I didn't do it."

They exchanged looks before they turned their attention back to me.

"That remains to be seen. May we come in?" my father asked.

I stepped aside to let them in. "Why didn't you call first? Y'all always call before you drop by. What if I had someone over?"

"They would have to leave," my mother bluntly responded.

We made our way into the living room and took a seat. I observed them and knew that something was up from the way they kept looking at each other. It had me anxious to know what the hell was going on.

"Are y'all going to tell me what's going on or just sit there looking at each other?" Truthfully, I wanted them out of my house so I could go back to sleep. This headache wasn't trying to go away.

"Yeah, we're about to tell you. We just want you to keep an open mind about what we are about to say to you," my father started.

I lifted an eyebrow and leaned up on the couch. He now had my attention. One thing about my parents was they didn't half-step regarding anything they did.

"I'm listening," I stated. Whatever it was, I was indeed going to try to keep an open mind about it.

My father commenced talking, and my mother was shaking her head. My eyes ballooned before they narrowed. "Hell no." I didn't let him finish saying what he had to say. "What makes you think I'd do something like that? If I did want to get married, it would be when I'm ready. Not when y'all want to hook me up with someone. Nah.."

"It wasn't up for debate. It's what you're going to do," my father countered in a hard tone.

I shook my head with a chuckle. "Yeah, y'all got me messed up. I'm not about to marry some woman I don't even know. Plus, that's not my style."

"You are reckless, Levi," my mother pointed out.

"And?" I hunched my shoulders. "I'm trying to change my ways."

My mother burst out laughing, and I glowered at her. It was like them not to believe me. When I said it, I wanted to laugh too. However, it was true. I had to get my life together. I was twenty-nine years old, and it was time I grew the hell up.

"Yeah, it's a little too late for that. We heard about the party you went to last night. The cops were called, and you tried to fight them."

My eyes widened. "Nah, I don't remember it happening that way."

Truthfully, I remembered nothing that had happened last night. After my fourth shot, I couldn't tell you what I was doing.

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