My Stepbrother secret obsession

Movie Theatre

It was almost midnight when we were all in the home theatre, snuggled around the cuddle seats, watching a movie of my choosing, as the law of the house has permitted me to, given it was some minutes until my birthday, and I could ask for anything I desire.

"I had no awareness of this whole thing until Ava walked through the eagle's hills entrance door with her burnt ideas, and now I can recite every dialogue in this movie," Lilith complained, giving her typical behaviour.

She's nestled at the first row, in between both her couple friends, covered in a blanket for the air conditioning had cooled the surrounding. Sadly she had abandoned Quincy at the end of the second row, where Julian and Princeton Claire lolled on the seater. It's a shame the poor boy had to be present.

When one of my favourite thrilling scenes came up after Lady Catherine had annoyed me wholly, I leaned forward, sitting in-between Christian and his son, whose hand is intertwined with mine underneath the blanket, mom, Christian, Leigh and I were sharing at the third row.

"How many times do we have to re-watch Mr Darcy come back to the Bennet's in that ridiculous coat from the fog at early dawn? Not that I don't like the man because he's everything I enjoy. Only that his final intention made me see him a very less than I thought of him to be."

God, does she ever shut up?

"And why is that Lilith?" Barely tolerable, I asked through my teeth from the back row.

"For a man as proud as Mr. Darcy, he should have hung around until she admitted her feelings for him after what he had done for her family." She remarks so churlishly as though she knows anything about pride and prejudice.

I automatically felt defensive; I didn't care the movie was still running, and soon it will be over.

"With such imbecile thoughts of yours, how can you be a woman? Haven't you seen what Elizabeth had been through?"

"I doubt that. She's loved by her father and has an adequate home. I hope you are aware not all women in those days were blessed as she was."

What does that have to do with Elizabeth and Mr Darcy?

"You're not worth the debate. You can not ever understand what true love is. It's clear." I spat and frustratedly sat back in the seat, unfastening my hands from Leigh to cross them around my chest. I stressed my gaze to what the 4k projector was showing. However, my mind was not into the movie as Lilith had ruined my excitement for everything. But still, she wasn't quenched with the aching annoyance she had planted in me. Rather, she turned over and threw her scornful scrutiny.

"And you are? Bitch, you are the least romantic person ever to exist; I bet your vagina even work."

"Lilith," Christian warns his rude daughter.

She exhales a chuckle, along with the other girls and protests in a mock-whining tone.
"Sorry, I thought we could utter organs."

"Go back to watching." He commanded, and she surrendered her hands. Turning around, she settled back in her seat.

"Don't mind her," Leigh whispered when he carefully leaned in. "Look, Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet are conversing."

His closeness was as intimate as the humour in his tone, they were quick to react in me, and I found myself smiling again while Mr Darcy told Elizabeth she must know everything he did for her sisters was for her.

Those tears of euphoria I didn't know of their existence but had always escaped when watching this specific scene found their way out again, at Mr Darcy's words.

"You are too generous to trifle with me. I believe you spoke with my aunt last night, and it has taught me to hope as I'd scarcely allowed myself before."