Title: Coming Of Age – Part Ten - Confrontation
Author: [livejournal.com profile] foreverbm
Timeline: Two years post season 5
Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Family
Rating: PG
Words: 1124
Beta: [livejournal.com profile] jule1122
A/N: This is part ten of Coming Of Age – Hunter and Amanda’s Story.
This chapter is from Amanda’s POV
Extra Notes: As you all know this is my first ever WIP and I worry that I am dragging it out too much. There are still some things which need to be resolved so I think there will be a few more chapters yet. Is that alright or would you rather have a resolution to the story sooner.

Part One – Explanations
Part Two - Discussions
Part Three - Meetings
Part Four - Conversations
Part Five - Confessions
Part Six - Worries
Part Seven - Understanding
Part Eight - Sharing
Part Nine - Acceptance

I closed the front door as the first rays of sunlight hit the house. Tiptoeing as quietly as I could, I headed towards the stairs, but my foot had only reached the bottom stair when I heard my mother’s voice.


I stopped and took a deep breath before walking towards the living room. My mother was sitting in one of the high backed chairs, fully dressed, an empty coffee cup in her hands.

“Where have you been?”

There was no warmth in her voice, which didn’t surprise me, and for a moment I wished I was back in the warmth of Debbie’s kitchen instead of this cold and austere house.

“Hunter’s dad is in the hospital. We spent the night with him.” I replied.

It was almost the truth. We’d stayed until Michael had eaten and promised he would spend more than five minutes sleeping then gone back to Hunter’s, spending the rest of the night on the sofa talking and catching a few hours of sleep somewhere in between.

“What’s wrong with him?” I could tell by the tone of her voice that she didn’t care.

“He has bacterial pneumonia. He’s unconscious, and the drugs they’re giving him aren’t working.” I knew I was babbling but couldn’t stop myself.

“Does it have something to do with what he’s got?” She spat out the words.

“What are you talking about?” I managed to stammer out, my mind spinning.

“You really shouldn’t leave books lying around your room.”

“What were you doing in my room!” I demanded.

“Cleaning it.”

That was a lie, and she knew I knew it too.

“Ben is……” I said, determined to keep calm.

“He has AIDS.”

“No he doesn’t.” I answered, my voice rising and took a deep breath before continuing. “He is HIV positive. There is a difference.”

“Not to me there’s not. I don’t want you anywhere near that boy or his family.”

“That’s not going to happen. I love Hunter.”

“What do you know about love!” She scoffed.

“I know that Hunter is who I want to spend my life with.”

“And what sort of life will that be?” She snapped. “Living in some shabby apartment with no money. That’s not what I want for you, Amanda.”

“This has nothing to do with what you want. This is my life. I’m nineteen, Mom; I can make my own decisions.”

“Amanda, darling.” She began, and I could tell from the change in her voice what was coming next. “I understand that you think you love this boy, but why don’t you finish school first and then if you still feel the same perhaps we could talk about it then.”

“There’s nothing to talk about. I’m going to keep seeing Hunter.” I replied. “So don’t expect me to home much any more.”

“You’re going to stay at that place!” She gasped, the dramatics that only my mother could do taking over.

“If you mean Hunter’s home, yes.”

“I won’t allow it.” She continued. “God knows what kind of lifestyle those men lead.”

“Those men are Hunter’s fathers.” I said patiently but wondered why I was wasting my time. Nothing I could say would change her opinion, but I didn’t like being on bad terms with my Mom no matter how angry she made me.

“Mom, if you would just give Hunter a chance, I know you’d like him. He’s sweet and kind and….”

“No, Amanda.” She interrupted “I don’t want him here, and I don’t want you seeing him.”

“Please Mom just give him a chance. Maybe when Ben is out of hospital you could invite them for dinner and get to know them. Ben is a Professor at Carnegie-Mellon and Michael…..”

“I don’t want to hear any of this Amanda. I’ve told you how I feel, and if you feel that they come before your own mother…” She sighed, wiping at her eyes with her handkerchief. It was all show, I knew this. Whenever she didn’t get her own way, she turned on the tears.

“Mom, please don’t do this.” I walked over and knelt next to her. “I don’t want to have to choose between you and Hunter.”

“Then do as I ask and wait.” She replied. “I just don’t want to see you throw your life away on some boy. He’s not one of us, Amanda and probably only wants you for one thing. I know his type.”

“You don’t know Hunter at all.” I replied. “Please give him a chance.”

“I’m sorry Amanda I’ve made my feelings clear on this.”

“So have I.” I answered. “I intend to keep seeing Hunter, and if you don’t like it, I’m sorry.”

I stood and began to walk from the room.

“Just don’t come crawling home when he gets you pregnant and leaves you!” She called, her voice sounding hard and callous to my ears.

“Don’t worry that’ll never happen.” As soon as the words passed by lips I realized my mistake.

“What does that mean!” She demanded, and then I saw the realization hit her.
“Oh God…those books….you weren’t reading them because of the father…it’s him isn’t he…he has it.”

“Mom please…” I begged “Listen to me. I can’t get it. I promise.”

“How can you promise that!” She spat. “I knew he was bad, I just knew it. Amanda, please think about what could happen…”

“I have, and I still feel the same.” I stated as firmly as I could.

“Get out!” Her voice echoed around the room.

Her words hit me like a slap to the face.


“If that is the life you have chosen, go to it. When you come to your senses and see what you have done you can come home, and we will discuss your future.”

I tried to blink back my tears without success. I didn’t want it to end like this, but I wasn’t prepared to give up Hunter.

“I’m sorry Mom.” I whispered through my tears as I walked from the room, expecting and maybe somehow hoping she would call my name, but silence followed me as I ran up the stairs to my room.

I threw only what I would need immediately into my back pack and cast a last look around the only bedroom I had ever known, before running down the stairs and out the front door.

I stood on the pavement, blinking back my tears. What now, I wondered silently as people pushed past me. Hesitantly I took a step, and then knew where I wanted to go.

I jumped on the next bus and ran down the unfamiliar street until I found the house I was looking for and tentatively knocked on the bright red front door.
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