“Where is he? I told him to be here for six, and it’s twenty past! He always has to defy everything we ask of him.” My mom snaps, slamming her fork down on the table by her plate, making everything rattle despite being solid oak and everyone sits tensely as her voice echoes around the giant dining room. “I am so sick of this.”
My mum's shoulder-length blonde highlighted hair falls gracefully over her right eye, so she flicks it back with manicured nails. She still looks like a woman in her young thirties and not her mid-forties. Barely has a wrinkle or blemish on her delicate face. Her cheekbones are rosier than normal, even on her sallow skin, and I watch my mom's beauty and elegance with awe, impressed by it even when she’s pissed off.
Elisa withdraws further into her hair, so her fork seems to be delivering food into a veil where food disappears, and my stepfather sighs at the head of the table and checks his watch for the fifth time. It’s only the four of us as we wait for Dane, supposed to be a cozy small celebration, yet this room suddenly feels crazily claustrophobic even though our table seats eight.
“Mom…. ignore it and eat. It’s Bryan’s birthday dinner. Dane will show up. You know he will…. late because it’s what he does, but he will still come home.” I try to soothe her with soft words and some logic, but we all know Dane will show up when he feels like it, regardless of the date. “He does this to annoy you, and it’s working.” Anytime she gives him a set time, he ignores it. I sigh and push my food around, hating that he has ruined yet another family meal.
“The food is really good, Mrs. Masterson. You should eat it before it gets cold.” Elise pipes up shyly, her sweet voice coming out from the hunched-up figure as she aids in smoothing my mom’s ruffled feathers. She’s been an extension of our family for years, as she lives two houses away and practically grew up with me since I moved in here. My mom loves having her around and always invites her to family-related events. I think she felt Elisa was a sibling I needed because I was an only child, and Dane hated coming here for visitation, so he would dodge it.
“Honey. It’s fine. He’ll show up when he’s hungry, and I told you I didn’t need anything special today. I’m happy to spend time with my family at any time. It’s just another year of reminding me I am old.” My stepfather gives mom a tight smile, trying for light-hearted warmth, but her grip on her water glass tightens, and she sits up straight, tenser.
Bryan is nothing like his son. He’s handsome in that mature guy kind of a way and fit because my mom is a stickler for health. He compliments my mom with their good looks – the typical Florida, wealthy, good-looking couple.
Where Dane is tanned, with pale eyes and black hair, Bryan is pale naturally, a little freckled in places with light brown hair and smiley hazel eyes. Dane’s all angles and smoldering gazes, while Bryan's happy face always seems approachable. The only thing Dane seemed to get from his DNA was their height. Tall and stocky as though they were meant for the sports field.
She furrows her already frowning brow further. Her happy mood of a half hour ago has been dying by the second.
“I’m so tired of dealing with this. Anything I say, he ignores. Anything I do, he throws back in my face…. what am I supposed to do with him?” She exhales heavily, eyes misting over as though this is the worst stress of her life, and sometimes I don’t get why she tries so hard. She wouldn't always be at his throat if she let him be and didn’t demand anything. She can’t change him. Since he moved in, it’s like she tries so hard to be his mother, whereas before, she didn’t give him the time of day.
“Stop expecting…. It only sets you up for disappointment. You know how he feels.” Bryan reaches out his hand and covers the one beside my mother’s discarded fork, squeezing her, and I try to focus on my food. The steak is getting cold as I am picking at it, but I have no appetite thanks to the tension of the atmosphere once again caused by Dane.
There’s a clatter out in the main hall that sounds like the front door swinging shut, and then minor scuffing and the squeak of boots on the marble floor. Low voices follow it, and I stiffen, knowing what’s coming. It sounds like Dane brought Tyler with him, and my mom is already in the worst mood over his being late. Even though she asked Elisa, she never asked any of Dane’s friends. She never does.
“Listen, honey… he’s here. Relax, eat. Let’s enjoy this. Let it go and have a nice dinner for once.” Bryan lets her go and sits back to pick up his cutlery again, but my mother does not move. I catch her in the corner of my eye, pushing her shoulders back and raising her chin, and I inwardly deflate. Mom is moving into battle mode, and I know she will go off at him when he comes in here.
“Sorry, we’re late, Mr. and Mrs. Masterson… we had a delay with school things,” Tyler mumbles, coming in first, looking sheepish and giving a quick head bow in apology as he eyes up the table and tries to figure out where to sit. He’s still in the uniform of earlier and looks more wrinkled than when we left school a couple of hours ago. God knows where they have been or what they have been doing.
School things, my ass.
Seeing only one place set, he turns to the side and gives Dane a glaring look as he strolls in casually beside him. It looks like Dane told him he was invited when my mother never agreed. Dane shrugs back and smirks, that wicked gleam in his eye that he knows this will be something else to piss my mom off.
“Yeah, soz…. we had stuff going on. I’m starving. Smells good.” Dane walks up, eyes up the vacant seat next to me that sits between his father and me and the place setting clearly for him, then at Elisa beside my mother on the opposite side. He seems to do a mental calculation as to where he should put Tyler.
“Monique, can you set another place, please,” Bryan calls out to the housekeeper, who is never far from earshot, and motions towards Tyler with a polite finger wave. Gesturing towards the seat facing Elisa, right beside me on the other side. “The more, the merrier. Nice to see you again, Tyler.”
Bryan has always been a polite, calm peacekeeper who never gets riled at anything his son does. Not the tattoos, the piercings, the motorbike… the times he has had to bail him out of the sheriff's office, or the number of times he’s scraped his drunk ass off the driveway at four am. Just thinking about it causes a ball of rage in my lower stomach; in return, all he gets is a bad attitude and hate for something that happened ten years ago.
He was not the only kid who had their family ripped apart.
Dane ushers Tyler to the seat before sauntering on past behind me and hauls out the chair to plank himself heavily down. He exudes this overly confident and casual vibe no matter what he’s doing, and that alone makes me grit my teeth. Nothing ever gets through that outer ‘who cares’ attitude. He pulls his glass towards him, takes a sip, and then peruses the table with a lazy glance, seemingly unimpressed with us all.
“Are you not going to wish your father a happy birthday?”And so it begins.I hate conflict like this. My mom doesn’t even give him a second to settle, tension crackling in the air around her with her snappy tone, and the steak in my mouth suddenly feels like I’m chewing ash. Churning up my stomach as my nerves tighten, and for once, I wish my mom would leave it alone.“Yeah…. happy getting older…. power to you,” Dane smirks his dad’s way, with no sincerity, and Bryan nods with a half-smile as if to say thank you. Dane waits until he sees Tyler being served food before he starts to dig in, obviously done with his well wishes. I shake my head at his lack of effort, praying my mom lets it go and stuff food in my mouth to curb the need to call him an asshole.“Can’t you do something properly and respectfully for once?”I sigh inwardly at her voice.My mom could never back down and let it go where he’s concerned, just had to bite.“He’s your father….. don't you have a gift? Something more
I kick rocks on the road, mood simmering and feeling listless as I make my way back up the huge, curved drive to our house after walking Elisa home. It’s getting dark because I hung out at hers for a while to pass the time and give my so-called family a chance to get over their current fight. Elisa made me dinner, and we avoided all talk of earlier, seeing as it was not the first time. I’m tired and looking to go to my room to catch up on study notes before bed. I have a test tomorrow in English lit.As I round the bend obscured by the bushes of our manicured garden, I catch sight of Dane coming this way, hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans, head down and kicking at debris the same way I am as he walks. He’s changed from his school clothes into that rumpled, badass casual he prefers. Light ripped jeans, a white Tee under an open check shirt with graffiti embroidery across a shoulder and one side. His hair is freshly ruffled, and he’s sporting all the metal he usually wears in his
“If you hated your dad as much as you say you do, you would be long gone… I don’t think you do. I think you want to be here and act like this, so he spends all his time and attention dealing with your bull. You’re just an angry little boy who can’t forgive him yet still wants his love.”“Gimme a break… what are you a shrink like your mom now? Trying to psychoanalyze me?” He laughs at me, a breathy bro chuckle, and shakes his head as though I’m hilarious. Still infuriating with his hands in his pocket pose and casual lounge. “Newsflash, she sucks at her job, and you’re mini-me attempt is as sad as she is. You don’t know anything.”“Yes, I do, and don’t talk about my mom like that. She’s an amazing doctor and does it well. She tries hard to make this work. You just…”“No, she doesn’t. You’re as deluded as she is if you see how she is and think that is her trying to make this work.” Dane yanks his shirt from my hand, where I was unaware I was still gripping it, and steps away from me. “I
“Why are you cooking?” Dane startles me from behind as he walks in, dumping his school bag on the breakfast island, and looks me up and down with a slight arrogance. It makes me bristle all over, given it’s the first thing he has said to me in two days, and it’s not exactly a pleasant tone. Dressed in his uniform still, be it rumpled and untucked like always, so I guess he was at Tyler's until now as school got out two hours ago.“Mum and dad are out, and Monique has a headache, so I told her I would make us dinner,” I answer flatly, ignoring him, and continue turning the meatballs for the pasta. I am hot and sweaty from slaving in here and not in the mood for his dickishness.“Can you even cook?” He sneers, walks up, and leans over my shoulder to stare at what I am doing, getting a little too near for comfort, so his body heat envelopes me from behind, and I elbow him back. Suffocated by his presence, especially when he smells like he is freshly showered and has a new dose of afters
“Dad, can you please reply to me or call me back? It feels like I haven’t heard from you in weeks, and I’m worried about your lack of response. Please, daddy, we have a break coming up in school, and I wanted to see you….. call me back” I hang up and stare at my cell for a moment, a lump lodging in my throat as emotions rise to make my chest ache and then face it down on the table and calm myself with a deep breath. Trying not to let this get to me or show my broken disappointment.I realize Dane isn’t continuing the motion of lifting his fork or turning pages and glance up to see him watching me silently. His eyes dart away, and he drops his head back to his previous focus when he sees I noticed but doesn’t say a word. He acts like he didn’t hear me, even though I know he has before, and flicks to the next page. It embarrasses me that he sees it so clearly and silently judges me, probably calling me pathetic and a loser in his head.What does he know?He has never had to deal with th
“I printed off the class notes for each of you. Take them home, work through them and highlight anything you want to elaborate on tomorrow.” I instruct my study group, sliding out the paperclipped pages to each one, and Elisa slides half the pile from them to pass to the next table.We’re in the library on the second floor, taking our class free period as a time to catch up on biology. This is how I use any free time I get during school hours, unlike some I could mention. My entire existence is about doing well and getting the grades I need to go to Harvard when I graduate, so becoming our class president and the study group leader for our year feels like an achievement.“These are well laid out and really helpful, Kayla. Thank you.” Jordan, a boy from my class, flashes a shy smile, giving me those puppy dog eyes he sometimes has for me. I know he’s had a crush on me since junior year, but I don’t have time for boys. As nice as he is, I don’t need the distraction of dating.He's not u
“I don’t need a babysitter. Go back to class.” Dane sits opposite me in the waiting space outside the principal's office. He’s stretched out, legs across the floor between us and lounging casually with his head back against the wall behind, as though this is no big deal. He is infuriatingly cool despite his mess of a face and his dad being in there trying to save his ass. The school nurse has seen him, and it’s nothing but minor cuts and bruises, which now sports some sterile strips. What I thought was a burst-out piercing was instead a little cut after it broke out. His eyebrow is swelling, but his piercing is still there.I can’t believe I worried about this moron and waited with a nervous breath for him to come out and look absolutely fine. He has some bruising around his jaw and eye, but it’s barely anything compared to the mess Greg was in when he left. He had blood all over his collar and shirt. Dane’s bloody nose was gone after he blew it.“Your dad asked me to sit here while h
“Daddy still ignoring you?” he slides his legs to one side of mine, crosses his feet at the ankles, and gets comfy, propping his head forward to watch me with glee. I turn slightly away, cross mine, and pretend I am disinterested.“Get lost.” I pick up my textbook again to try and ignore him, hating how he always seems to be able to dig into my head and figure out the small things. From a look… For someone who seems oblivious in life, he always catches on real quick to what’s happening around us. It’s annoying. He’s either super observant or can mind-read.“Did I hit a nerve? Ouch…… you know….” He grins at me, and I know something hurtful or cutting is coming, and when it comes to my father, my heart is a fragile mess.“Don’t okay?... Just don’t.” My tone is clipped with an edge of pleading that I didn’t intend. A light waver to my words, and my eyes mist over. I don’t need a big finger pointing at my insecurity over whether my dad even loves me. Especially not from Dane.I don’t nee
“Deal…. I want my boyfriend back how he was. I don’t want to remember any of this shitty separation. Can we get back together?” I ask stupidly even though it’s obvious we are already making up. I just need him to say the words to help with the insecurity I am feleing after how cold he was. “I want my boyfriend back.”“Technically, babycakes, we never broke up. Neither of us said the words so we don’t need to get back together. He shrugs like this is the most logical thing ever, and I lean back to scowl at him.He does not get out of his asshole past four weeks that easily. The boy really is trying to pull a fast one.“Really?” I ask in obvious, oozing sarcasm. “Because I remember clearly a certain boy telling me he was going no contact and not coming back from the UK before he blocked me on absolutely everything….that was a very final break up even if you never said ‘the words.’ You can’t be in a relationship with someone who moved abroad and refuses to communicate with you.” I point
“I have been needing this for the past month,” Dane murmurs into my cheek, squeezing me half to death, and lifts me off my feet to further crush my ribcage and plants a kiss right in front of my ear before dropping me back down. I can feel that for him, much like me, this is something we have both longed for.This feeling of home and getting back security, safety, and a special intimacy of being with hat one person who can make your world seem right. Like sinking into a hot bath or being cocoonedin a fluffy blanket on a cold day. I can barely contain the elation and the need to sob into his chest because of how much I have missed him. Even though he’s here, holding me, it causes an aching pain to shoot through my heart, and my whole body throbs with intensity.“I missed you so much I felt like I was dying,” Dane murmurs, his voice husky and ravaged with emotion, into my ear before pulling back so we’re separate facially, but our bodies remain glued together. “I needed to see you so ba
It sounds familiar. My reaction to my mom and how much hate and resentment I felt at that time, knowing she did this to us but, also lied and kept it a secret. I can imagine what Dane felt and how awful it must have been. I lived it and know how crazy I felt going through that realization. It breaks your trust and stability to have your own mom break your heart.“And then what? You got it back and decided I didn’t need an explanation, only a goodbye?” Emotion aches my throat as I say it, hating that he so easily cut me off like I didn’t matter. Not sounding angry but deflated because, understanding aside, he still did that to me.“That was the hardest text I have ever sent in my life. You have to believe me - it’s not what I wanted….. She agreed to give me back my cell for limited hours in the evenings on the condition. That I blocked all contact with you… Her and my dad convinced me how selfish I was in holding onto you. That we could never be together and that I would only ruin your
It’s five am, and I am walking while I ball a fist into my mouth to stifle a yawn, climbing the stairs to my room in a semi-dark house as most of the curtains are still drawn. Monique hasn’t started her day yet and won’t know I am even home. Elisa had school today, so I figured I would get out of her hair and come home to vegetate in my house while I figure out what I am meant to do about my mom and Bryan. My mom thinks I’m sick, so for now, the food runs will be on Monique, and I can hide until I know what to do.I have barely slept and tossed and turned most of the night, so getting up this early was not exactly a hardship. I was already awake. Numb and exhausted, and when I did sleep, it was bizarrely messed up dreams about Dane being in the hospital instead of Bryan, and I kept jump-scaring myself awake in panic. Sweating and reaching for him like I was about to lose him.Upstairs is eerily silent with zero lights or noise as my mom has been sleeping at the hospital. Dane's bedroo
“Here.” Elisa slides down beside me on her bed where I have been sobbing to her for the last hour, pushing the warm cup of cocoa into my free hand. I’m clutching a wad of tissues with the other, looking pathetic and snotty, blotchy and red-faced. Sniffing chaotically and gulping as the last evidence of my almighty emotional breakdown fades back into calm. I feel like I have been hit by a train.I guess I had been holding so much inside concerning the paternity test that it finally came to a head. I had been ignoring its existence, trying not to wait for it as deep down, I had resigned myself to believing there was no hope. So, seeing it and knowing it was all for nothing somehow broke me.Not just in a painful way, but I get a sense of relief, and that is as equally overwhelming as the tension I have been holding in a tight ball finally coming undone. I cried not just for loss but for the removal of some of that weighty pressure.“Are you feeling a little better?” She softly smiles, b
Overwhelming sadness strangles me that all it could have taken was him staying for one part of this to come out unscathed. Waiting with me while we figured this out and got the tests together. If we had any sense, we would have just had his DNA tested with mine. To see we were not brother and sister in those first few days.But he left me.“It’s not mine, it’s his… give it to him.” I nod Dane’s way, unable to look at him, unable to see them together now I know for sure we are not related. We are so broken.I don’t wait for a response. Pulling my bag against me and clutching my cell to my chest. I can’t.A second wave of tears and anger mixed up in a confusing mishmash hurts my chest and ribs and makes breathing harder, so I feel like I am dying. I fast walk to the elevators without looking back and frantic stab at the button of the nearest one. Relieved when it opens right away.I can’t make myself look their way, but turning to push the ground floor button, I accidentally catch sight
I must sit in numbed shock for minutes as tears pour down my face and then zone back into reality and the fact I am still sitting in this sterile room. My mind was lost to some weird state of nothing as I try to digest what I am reading and flick through the papers again as though I had hallucinated it. I can’t swallow it down as this dream state of weirdness pushes me to feel like I am floating in some dizzy haze.There it is in red ink, so bold you cannot miss it or the meaning. There is no mistake and no other way to interpret it. It even states on the cover sheet what your results mean, and right there, it says a zero percent score means no blood relation to your test subject.I let out a sob of sheer devastation. Not because I’m sad that he’s not but because of everything I have suffered in these last weeks. It’s relief and yet also resentment and heartbreak all rolled into one. Self-pity for what I have endured.Every stab at my heart, every crumbling of my soul and mental state
“Mom is running late today?” I point out while packing away Bryan’s dishes from lunch. Slightly irritated by it. Eyes on the clock as I don’t want a repeat of yesterday and running into that jerk and his shadow again. I have decided that for my own mental state Dane is right and we should not intend to ever cross paths. Seeing him causes more harm than good and it reminds me everytime that I am no further forward in getting over him.My day, after seeing him, always goes to shit, and my ongoing crappy insomnia is so much worse now we are under the same sky. I might never sleep again. I’m just so emotionally exhausted by all of this and wish I could fall asleep and wake up when I am over it.“She’s been tired, maybe just on slow-mo. She should take more time to relax.”“Well she better hurry up as they are taking you for your scans and assessment in about five minutes. She’s normally here by now.” Not to mention Dane is due in twenty and I wanted to be long gone.“You don’t need to sta
Hearing Bryan about to out me is all the push I need, not wanting it to seem like I am hiding, and I yank the curtain back to reveal myself. Plastering on a blank expression cool manner and lift my chin a little higher. Eyes straight to Bryan to ensure I don’t stray their way completely, blanking the two figures lingering closely near his bed.Seeing them in my peripheral is enough. The sickening lurch of pain reminds me that it never goes away, even when I stop noticing it as much.“All done and tidy. My mom won’t moan about me putting them in the wrong place.”I catch the slight movement of surprise out of the corner of my eye and the way Hannah slides back to hide behind Dane at seeing me appear. Dane’s head had jerked my way before he quickly averted it, and I caught the subtle gasp from one of them.“Um…Hi, Kayla. You look pretty.” Hannah whimpers like some terrified child who has just come face to face with the grumpy old witch of the village. Fake compliments to try and befrien