When Mrs. Infamous Loved The Masochist... (BOOK 2)

Chapter 59

Carina's POV

In the middle of spring break, I organized a special baby shower celebration for Delilah in honor of her baby arriving this summer. I invited all of our friends and even set it up at my house. All of our friends and family treated Del like a goddess and it brought her so much happiness which made me smile. There were so many gifts for Del's baby that it would take two trips by car to take it all back to her house with Scott. We played games and wished her many good memories for her and her baby who they were excited to meet once it arrived in a few months. Del was overjoyed to know her first child would be received with so much love, it made her emotions to the point she couldn't stop crying tears of joy. Soon enough, it was my turn to gift my gift to her baby and it was a teddy bear I purchased a while ago just to give to Del for her daughter. I told her as she held it in her hands, "Every kid will need a friend to love before they begin making a few of their own when they get older. I hope Rosabella will love it." She cried again as she hugged me tightly and expressed her gratitude to me.

To brighten the mood even more, Del's backup singers, Magnolia and Georgina sang a sweet song for her that was her favorite song to listen to with her mother who gave the idea to them. I felt so happy and proud to see Del looking so excited to be a mother, I was even unaware of someone knocking at the front door. Someone else went over to open it for me as I continued to listen to the girls' song, then everything was interrupted when a voice I didn't want to hear again shouted, "CARINA SCARLET WISTERIA!!!" I turned my head - along with everyone else - and my face drained in color to see my mother and father standing in the middle of the living room of my house with my mother looking like I just committed a crime. "Mom? Dad?", I exclaimed in confusion and rising anger, "What the hell are you doing here? Why are you causing a scene?" My mother looked as if she did nothing wrong while begin to accuse me, "We're causing a scene? That's bold of you to say, since you're the one embarrassing us by living with your boyfriend like some harlot!"

That last word caused a deathly silence that made me hate my mother more than anything right now. I didn't want to make it worse in front of Del and everyone else, so I cleared my throat and turned to say to her, "Ahem, Del, please excuse me as I take my parents outside the house to talk. You continue with the party and just ignore all of this." She nodded and gave me an apologetic look, I shook my head to reassure that I would be fine. I didn't want my parents to ruin her special day so I motioned for them to follow me outside through the back entrance where we had more privacy than inside the house. As soon as we were finally alone, my peaceful demeanor vanished as I glared at them and angrily fumed, "What the fuck is wrong with both of you!?! You can't just crash a party I'm throwing for my friend when you could have called or something!" My father spoke up this time, "Carina, sweetie, we're very worried about you, this couldn't wait."

I laughed at their audacity to justify their actions, "Oh yeah, sure. It was more important to drop in uninvited to my place and basically call me a whore than to continue with your own fucking business and stay out of my life!" My mother didn't know when to stop, "Young lady, just because you're older and no longer living under our roof doesn't mean you get to do this kind of thing behind our backs. I thought I raised you to do so much better." I shook my head and told her, "No, Mom. You tried to teach me to settle for less than I deserve and basically give up on my freedom just to fit in with other girls. Well, I never cared about fitting in and if you actually knew me, you would know I never fit in that town I came from. And what kind of thing am I forbidden to do? Settle into a great home with the boy who loves me more than anyone he's ever loved and do what makes me feel happy and secure? I'll never be the girl you want me to be because I stopped caring long ago about what others wanted from me."

Even though she knew I was right, she went on to attack Remington, "Dear Lord! You never would have done any of this if you hadn't met that horrible influence of that boy you attach yourself to. Why do you settle for a loser like him when you could do so much better? What could he have done to make you turn into such a delinquent like him?" I was ready to defend Rem, but I didn't expect him to already be standing close to me as he pulled me closer to him and give my parents a stern look that terrified them. "I've done nothing to change your daughter or influence her decisions", he went to explain to them, "The way she is now is exactly how I met her and fell in love with. I might agree that at times, I believe she deserves better, but she's been so good and loving towards me, I never want to lose her now. We may not seem like we're a good fit for each other, but on my part, she's helped me become a better man for her and for myself. We work hard to make our relationship work while also working towards our own goals, and even if I never get your approval, her love and acceptance are all I need to keep loving her and fighting for her happiness."

His words touched me and made my heart ache for him as I looked up at him and embraced him back. He smiled as me as held me in his arms and placed a soft kiss on my lips, to my parents' disgust and disapproval which I found pleasing. Still in Remington's arms, I turned back to face my parents and declare for the last time, "You can disown me as your daughter if you want, I do not care. I will never accept you as my parents if you cannot accept who I am now and who I love in my life. I don't care if you never speak to me again because I will never be without family now. I have much more family here than I ever did living with you. Also, even if I did do things like a harlot, my private moments are none of your concern and you should be ashamed of calling me things like that as your only child." My parents didn't speak for a while and then finally decided to leave our home, I hoped that if they continued to behave this way, they would never come back again. Before they left, however, my mother stated something that left me confused then furious, "Finn would have been much better for you.