"Please, can we take a second and regroup?" I ask as soon as we’re inside. Aiden is still breathing very deeply as if trying to calm himself, "That wasn't as bad, everyone out there already knows about us anyway. And Dean was just bluff..." "You," he starts and puts his hands down to look at me. He looks wild and angry, "Are the bane of my existence. Ever since you came back, my life has been miserable, like some put a curse on me. You make me feel fucking miserable. I can’t wait to get the fuck away from you.”The absolute honesty in which he said all that is harrowing. It makes my stomach drop. “I make you more miserable than Damon?” I ask, because that seems like a reach. Or maybe I’m even worse than I thought. “Yes. A lot more,” he responds, very strongly and quickly. No need to even think about it. That makes me stop and reconsider everything. If I make him more miserable than someone who’s been his sworn enemy since he was born, I should just leave this poor man alone and
My mom drives away and we're both in tense silence the whole time. I wanted to have a deep talk with her today, but I'm honestly exhausted. That shit-show back in the house was insane in a lot of ways. I feel like I lived two years and it was just two hours. Damon being in love with me is the biggest shock, though. The biggest plot twist of my life. Him being so nice when I was in his bed is messing with my head. And that kiss he gave me was so fucking good. It really got me by surprise. He made it sweet and sensual… then I made it deeper, because I wanted more. I wanted to feel him. Damon's lips are going to be branded into my brain forever, his words too. And the fact that he basically defended me from Aiden during that fight. Damon, my biggest bully, defended me from the former most important man of my life (He has been removed from the position because of what he said to me). Don’t get me wrong, I still think that Damon is not to be trusted, but… he’s just so fucking
“I love you so much more than what you think, Lily. You’re the person I love the most,” she says with a lot of conviction for something that has proven not to be true. “I really don’t think so, mom,” I respond, trying to keep my composure, “You love Harry the most. You chose him over me… and that’s okay, because now it’s my turn. I came to the house yesterday to tell you I want to stay in Altamira for good. And I want Harry to be my dad for real, even if you divorce him.” She just looks at me with a confused expression that turns bitter. “He’s not your real dad,” she finally growls, as if she’s jealous or something, “He’s… fuck, Lilian. No, he doesn’t deserve your devoted love.” “I don’t care,” I admit with a laugh, “I’m sorry if Harry is a horrible husband to you, but that’s honestly none of my business. He’s a good dad, so I want him in my life. I want the years you stole from me, mom.” My mom’s lower lip slowly starts quivering and before I know it, she’s sobbing. Actuall
{ Aiden } “Where’s Lily?” I ask Brian as soon he opens the door. I push my way inside because this is not his fucking place. “I thought she was in the Carrington house,” he says, frowning at me, “I left her there last night.” And a shit storm happened because of it. “Right, but she didn’t stay the night, she left with her mom,” I inform him and that makes his shoulders drop as if he’s relieved. I can sense he actually cares a bit about Lily… but he’a still a leech. Two things can be true at the same time, after all, “I’m just going to wait here for her, I have something I need to say.” “Right…” he says, uncomfortable. But again, he has no say in this because it isn’t his place, “So, I’m going to try and call her again. She hasn’t picked up yet, she’s probably still sleeping.” She hasn’t picked up my calls either. I thought it was just me she was avoiding, but I’m glad it’s not. Before Brian can keep talking, a landline starts ringing, so he goes there to answer it.Chocolate wa
“Where are you? I’ve been calling you all morning,” Brian says, his voice softer than it has been with me this whole time. I focus all my brain power in trying to catch Lily’s faint words. “… with my mom, we had a rough conversation,” she admits, Brian just hums, “She dropped a bomb on me, I have to tell you all about it. I missed you so much last night.” “I missed you too,” he says, looking at me briefly, but I’m pretending not to pay attention, “By the way, Aiden is here waiting for you. And Damon sent you something.” “Huh?” She asks, confused, “Whatever, I’m waiting for Roger to pick me up. How’s our son?” Our son. Bullshit. “He’s tired, we had a long walk this morning since I didn’t have to go to work. I was planning on us going somewhere,” he says and I have to try harder than usual to keep my face blank, but I hate this conversation. I hate to hear this domestic bullshit more than I hate knowing he fucks her. Sex doesn’t really mean much, anyone can fuck anyone. But goin
When I go back to the house later, I go look for Dean first things first. It's almost one in the afternoon, but he's still sleeping. I sigh and walk to his window so I can open the curtains and light up the whole room. Dean immediately whines."Leave me alone," he groans, covering his whole face. I don't leave him alone, I sit on the bed next to him, "What do you want?""We need to talk about yesterday. I won't be mean," I promise. A couple of seconds later, he finally comes out of the covers and yawns before sitting up. His hair is a mess, longer than it's ever been and all over the place at the moment, "I'm sorry I hit you. Are you okay?""No," he mutters and lifts his shirt to show me his bruised skin, "You almost broke my ribs.""Not even close. I know you're frail, so I never go as hard," I say. It looks bad, but definitely not 'broken ribs' bad, "You should see Damon, I had to call the doctor because I shoved him into a glass box during our fight. It shattered and stabbed the s
"I think it's time you go back to a regular therapy program, dad. This is how it starts to get bad again. You fuck up once so you feel like shit about it, which only pushes you to fuck up again and again. You might hate the word, but you are an addict," I say, firmly. Because my father needs someone to fucking tell it like it is. No one but me is going to, apparently, "I can see the signs of you going downhill. Remember what happens when you do? Remember what happened to Dean because of you?" "Of course I fucking remember," he lets out, his voice rugged and his eyes getting red. Dean closes his eyes and walks out of the house... only to rush back inside when he sees the people there, "I've made it up to him. Haven't I, Dean?" "Yes. And I don't know why you're fucking bringing it up now," my little brother growls at me, "Stop this. You're kicking him while he's down." "No, I'm forcing him to think and not ignore the shit that happens when he decides to be selfish," I spit out, "M
The conversation is completely new, they've never texted before. But when I check the number, I can see it is actually hers. “Thank you for the flowers, I love them so much. You can send me more anytime,” Lily texted with a bunch of hearts, “Just don’t be so reckless with the notes. Some of them were sweet but they got me in trouble with my boyfriend.”“I’m your boyfriend, not him. Whatever, I'm glad you liked them,” Damon responded, “What did Brian say? If he stepped out of line with you I’ll make sure he never steps anywhere ever again. I’ll send someone to deal with him.”“Don’t. Brian just said you're sick and weird and I should stay away from you,” Lily responded, “But I don’t want to stay away. I had a good time talking in your bed last night, it lifted something off my shoulders.”“I had a good time too. And I meant everything I said to you. I'm sorry Maddy and Aiden had to fucking interrupt us when it was getting good,”Damon responded. I stop myself from giving him any reacti