savannah's pov

when we landed in la, tristan took the next flight out back to london whereas jack and i thought we'd stay a little longer to visit our families.

as soon as the front door to my parents' house was open, my mom immediately embraced me with a tight hug.

"oh my god, my poor baby" she squeezed me, then held onto my cheeks. "are you okay? wait, of course not. you were in an accident and now you're injured. come in".

she helped me inside on my crutches whilst jack and johnson carried my bags behind, following us inside.

mom took us to the living room, where she sat me down and placed a pillow on the coffee table for me to rest my leg on.

she suddenly started to fix the pillow excessively, trying to make it as comfortable as possible.

"mom...mom, it's fine. the pillow is fine" i assured her and she gave in with a sigh.

"i'm sorry, honey" she sat opposite me on the table. "i was just so worried about you and—".

"oh thank god, you're home" my dad quickly came into the room from upstairs. he headed straight in my direction and bent down to hug me as tight as he could.

"hey dad" i spoke over his shoulder, before he released me from his hold.

"didn't i tell you to look after my daughter?!" he suddenly exclaimed at jack.

"greg," mom tried to say.

"no, before you moved to london, jack swore that he'd take care of you. did you not?" he inquired, waiting patiently for jack's response who stared anxiously at both my parents.

"i did, but—".

dad cut jack off with a scoff, "you clearly didn't, look at her!".

he pointed at my crutches and i huffed deeply at the escalation before me.

"dad, stop" i told him. "it was me who was driving, i was the one who crashed and got myself into this mess. jack had nothing to do with it, okay. you know he'd never do anything to hurt me".

"except be unfaithful to you with another woman" dad blurted out.

"greg, that's enough!" my mom immediately yelled at him.

i had no clue that my parents even knew about nadine and for my dad to bring that up, that's completely unfair.

i ran my hand through my hair with a deep sigh, "how did you know about that?...mom?".

"he overheard you talking on the phone to your sister" she replied.

"maybe i should just go" jack gradually started to walk out of the living room.

"that would be for the best" dad agreed.

"jack, don't" i stopped him.

"jack, sweetie. that's not necessary" mom sided with me.

"no, it's okay" he gave us both an assuring smile. "i'll be over tomorrow".

jack walked out into the entrance hallway as i turned to glare at my dad for his unfair behaviour.

"maybe i should leave too" johnson awkwardly rose up from the arm of the couch, wiping his hands across his pants.

"no, you stay. i'll be right back" i told, grabbing both of my crutches to stand up and eventually follow jack out of the front door.

when i reached outside, i caught him heading closer to the car.

"jack! jack, wait, hold on" i called out, trying my best to hop closer to him.

he gradually walked back towards me and we stopped in my middle of the path that lead up to the house.

"please don't leave" i said whilst we stood face to face. "my dad is just overwhelmed by the accident, so he'd say anything at this rate. he didn't mean it".

jack scratched the back of his neck, taking a deep breath and clearly struggling to believe me.

"hey, the past is in the past. i'm not dwelling on what happened back then anymore and you know that" i tried to tell him, slowly giving him a smile.

jack bit his lip and did the same, "yeah, i do".

"so, come back inside. i'm sure my mom made those brownies that she used to make us when we were kids".

"you could smell them too?".

i playfully rolled my eyes at him, "of course".

jack briefly chuckled, then we walked back inside my parents' house and entered the living room once again.

"jack," my mom stood up at our presence. "i'm glad that you decided to stay because greg has something he would like to say to you".

we all stared at my dad, but he kept silent and gave my mom a look until she gave him one back to push him to speak.

"i would like to apologise for what i said" he began. "i'm savannah's father, i'm protective of her but what i said was none of my business and shouldn't have been mentioned".

jack nodded at the apology, "thank you".

"now - jack and johnson, why don't you go down to the cellar with greg to pick out a good wine for us all?" mom suggested.

she placing her hands on their backs to guide them closer to the basement staircase.

"so are you still able to catch the game in london?" dad started to ask jack, and they finally left the room to go downstairs.

mom helped me get back to sitting comfortably on the couch, before she sat down and turned to face me.

"so, tell me" she tried to get comfortable. "now that you are no longer with that tristan, are you and jack...?".

i threw my head back and groaned, "mom".

"what? i'm interested! i care about my daughter's love life because i need to make sure that she is making the right decisions".

"okay, fine" i told her. "jack and i...we're just staying platonic right now. i just need sometime to just focus on myself and this recovery".

her lips formed into a soft smile, "well, i'm proud of you".

"proud of me?".

she took held of my hand and gripped it gently.

"for being so strong, independent" she added. "i know that the past couple of months haven't been the easiest for you, but you're still smiling and you're happy, which is all i care about".

after my mom's words, the front door was suddenly unlocked and shut soon after. hurried footsteps headed this way and andrea came rushing in with excitement.

"savannah!" she exclaimed and came down to my level on the couch, hugging me. "i swear it should be illegal to go this long without your sister".

i laughed over her shoulder, "i know. i missed you too".

"hey mom" andrea calmed down and settled beside me.

"hello love".

"so it's true? the accident, the crutches, breaking up with tristan, everything?" andrea picked up one of my crutches in her hand, trying to see how it worked.

i nodded my head and took it off her childish self before she broke it.

"wow, that cabin trip must have been pretty eventful if you went being super into tristan to leaving single" she said.

i sighed a loud, "a lot did happen, but i don't really want to talk about it".

andrea stood to take off her jacket, "is dad here?".

"yes, he's down in the cellar, getting a bottle with jack and johnson" mom answered.

"oh, jack's here?" andrea raised her brow, then nudged me gently. "ooo, so what does that mean?".

"it means nothing. like mom said, johnson is here too" i corrected.

i then instantly remembered what happened earlier with dad and jack, so i playfully slapping her arm.

"and thanks for speaking so loud on the phone that mom and dad found out about nadine!" i complained.

she briefly held up her hands to surrender, "sorry, i was ranting. i couldn't help myself".

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such a filler chapter wow

but it's legit been nearly two months since i last updated and that's only because i've been on writer's block and school's been a bitch

but i'm back babies

and i've missed you all and your cute or hilarious comments so much

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