Forbidden Desires

Chapter Twenty-Six: Wrecking Havoc

The silence was deafening at our table despite the boisterous crowd in the restaurant.

I saw resentment fill his eyes at being told off by his fiance's eighteen year old daughter.

Harry was about to open his mouth but paused when Dante subtly cleared his throat. It was just enough to warn him off without seeming threatening. Harry's eyes flicked to Dante and the raging anger began to simmer down.

He rolled his eyes and filled his glass with wine before heading straight to the bar. In a way I was relieved that he was far away from a conversation that did not concern him.

"Solange, that was rude," I raised my eyebrows in her direction waiting for her to elaborate because she knew damn well that I couldn't care less if I was being rude.

"Your point mother," I reached over the table attempting to grab the bottle of wine but my hand was quickly slapped away as my mother glared at me. I sighed in frustration. I needed something to relax my tense muscles but apparently wine wasn't it.

"Solange please, he's trying," I coughed as I choked on the soda I was drinking.

He's trying.

"That was him at his best?" I laughed humorlessly as I stared at the empty chair beside her.

"He could do better mom, and quite frankly so can you." She opened her mouth to object but once again I decided to cut the bullshit.

"Is this why you brought me here? To convince me that Harry is trying?" What in the world is in the water today. Everyone in my general vicinity is delusional. Or is it just me? I looked into my glass of soda as if I would magically see hallucinogenic drugs.

We can't possibly be having this conversation again.

"Solange, I'm having his baby. I need him in on this as much as I need you." I glared at her as I felt the sudden urge to smack the invisible blindfold right off her damn face.

I was tired of seeking out a change and putting myself in a position that I had no business being in.

"How could you possibly need an abusive relationship? You just told me you wanted out. What happened to that Siona?" I was dumbfounded by the level of idiocy I was hearing.

"Mom I really don't want to have this conversation. You can just pretend it never happened. It's not like I'll be there to witness another one of your mistakes,"

"Solange, you do not have to move out." Mom sighed as she stared at me, pleading with her eyes for me to understand.

"This does not affect you in the slightest. It never has," I closed my eyes taking deep breaths to calm myself down. I did not want to step out of line and I had to remind myself that my mother was sitting across from me.

Not a stranger.

"So this entire situation does not affect me," I nodded my head thinking of all the foul things I wanted to shout at her. Stupid bitch.

"Watching you get your ass handed to you every morning has nothing to do with me. The constant arguments, not my problem. The mental and physical abuse. The blatant disrespect. What kind of role model are you mother because let me tell you. It's pretty fucking shitty." I slammed my hand on the table as I leaned forward, forcing myself to whisper everything I wanted to scream.

She lowered her head unable to meet my heated gaze. The embarrassment was clear as day on her face. Yet, I felt no remorse for throwing all of her truths in her face. She needed to hear them.