Find You in the Dark

grumbled.
    That sobered Clay. “They hate me that much?” He sounded gutted and I instantly felt horrible for not choosing my words more carefully. “It's not that they hate you, they just worry we're too serious. That I'm spending too much time with you.” I said. Clay gave me a smirk. “That we're having sex?” He asked.
    I smacked his arm. “Well, obviously their concerns are founded in that department, huh?” I joked. Clay pulled into his driveway and cut off the engine. And just like that he was over the center console and kissing me like mad.
    “Clay. Don't you think we should go inside?” I laughed as his hands started up my shirt. Clay moaned something unintelligible. “Clay. Come on, you have neighbors.” I gasped as his fingers found my breasts and began gently rubbing them.
    He kissed me again and pulled away with a sexy smile. “Well, come on then.” He jumped out of the car. I smiled back, shaking my head, as I got out. Clay wrapped himself around me again as we started walking toward his front door.
    It was then that I noticed the black Mercedes parked on the street in front of the house. I stopped walking. Clay looked at me in confusion. “What?” I pointed to the car. “It looks like you have a visitor.”
    The blood left his face and he looked like he was going to throw up. His teeth clenched. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.” He growled. His sudden and extreme anger scared me. I grabbed his arm. “What is it, Clay? Whose car is that?”
    Clay didn't respond and just started walking toward the front door, fury evident in his every step. I had to hurry to catch up with him. I wrenched on his hand before he could go inside. “You're freaking me out here, Clay. Who's here?” I could hear the trembling in my voice as I tried to reach the boy who had suddenly disappeared inside himself.
    He wouldn't look at me, his body rigid. “I guess you're going to get to meet my parents.” He said coldly. I felt like I had been plunged into ice water. His parents? Oh shit. Clay swung open the front door and let it slam against the wall.
    I stood on the front stoop, not knowing what to do. He was seething with anger and I wasn't sure I wanted to witness whatever was about to go down. But I couldn't leave him. He needed me now more than ever. So I tentatively walked into the house.
    I was relieved when Lisa came from the living room and gave Clay a stern look. “Don't you come into this house like an elephant. Close the door like you have some sense.” She looked at me. I knew I was pale and she must have sensed the tension radiating from Clay. “Hey, Maggie. Nice to see you.” Her smile was kind and I tried to give one back. I'm sure it was shaky.
    Clay slammed the door shut and dropped his book bag. “So where are they?” He barked. Lisa frowned. “Get it together, Clay. They just got here thirty minutes ago. Ruby ran out to get some stuff for dinner.” Clay turned his angry gaze on Lisa, who didn't flinch but stood steady. I would have withered under that glare.
    “Did you know they were coming?” He accused. Lisa put her finger in his chest. “Now, look here Clayton Reed. Don't give me your damn attitude. Their visit was as much a surprise to Ruby and I as it is to you. But don't go in there like a bull in a china shop. Like it or not, they're still your parents and they have a say in what happens to you. Remember that.”
    Her warning was rational, but Clay was a bit beyond rational at this point. Lisa looked at me to help her. I tried taking Clay's hand again. He let me interlace my fingers with his, but he didn't hold me back. “Clay. Come on. Acting like this will only make things worse. Please.” I moved so I stood in front of him and pulled his face down to look at me.
    His eyes darted around so he wouldn't make contact with mine. “Damn it Clay!” I implored. Finally, he looked at me and he softened as he saw my worry. “Christ! I'm doing it again. I'm sorry.” He whispered and I was glad to see that some of the tension left his shoulders. But he still looked mad.
    “Well, let's go see Mommy and Daddy Dearest.” He said sarcastically. Lisa nodded and stepped aside as we started down the hallway. She didn't follow, apparently wanting to give Clay some privacy. I stood beside him, trying to show him my support.
    It was eerily quiet. Walking into the kitchen, I got my first look at Mr. and Mrs. Reed. Mr. Reed sat at the small kitchen table, typing away at his