Mischief

Chapter Thirteen

Luella

There has never been a moment in my life where I have wished for someone's disappearance so much. My mother and father sit before me at a lunch table at a small coffee shop in the city. They've never been good parents and that isn't an opinion, it's a fact.

"So, me and your father have all of our bags packed. We were thinking we could move in next week."

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah. How many room do you have in your apartment?"

"No. You're not moving in with me."

"Yes. We are."

"No you're not. The owner is doing me a big enough favour letting me stay there."

"Where do you expect us to go, Luella?" My mother starts her crocodile tears in those mocha brown eyes.

"I don't know but it sure as hell isn't my apartment. Look, I didn't ask either of you to come back or get in touch with me, okay? I don't want either of you in my life."

"You better shut your fucking mouth." So many eyes have been attracted to us now, it's impossible for us to not get kicked out. "Do you know how hard your mother has been working on getting over her addiction? Or how hard she worked to find your information? Days. So stop being a bitchy little brat and give us a place to stay."

"Excuse me." There's a tall blonde stood at our table and she has neon purple dye at the ends of her hair. "I'm going to have to get you to leave. This is a family-friendly cafe and we don't allow crude language like that."

"Of course. I'm sorry about him, sweetie." My mother wipes away her tears and smiles at the girl. All three of us — or four of us I should say — make our way outside. But it doesn't stop my father from continuing.

"You can't just shut us out. We gave you a better life than we ever had. What's the reason we can't stay with you? You're constantly fucking boys? Is that it, you little slut-"

"Carry on." Blaine Dolivo is stood, towering over my father from behind with his hand around the neckline of his shirt. "Don't stop on my account, sir. Finish your sentence. I dare you." It feels great, if I'm telling the truth. Having someone to defend you the way Blaine just has.

"Get your hands off me kid!"

"Apologise. Right fucking now." The embarrassment and fear in my father's eyes has me almost laughing. As horrible as that sounds, laughing isn't the worst thing I could do in this situation considering the way he just spoke to me. "Are you going to apologise or should I persuade you a little more?"

"No! No, I-I'm sorry okay? I'm sorry Luella."

"Good. Now fuck off and take your wife with you, you piece of shit." Blaine releases his grip on my father and pushes him over to my mother where she's got her hand covering her mouth and wide eyes. They scurry off and call a cab to take them back to where ever the hell they're staying. Probably some shitty motel. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine."

"You sure? Don't listen to what he called you. You are not one of those things. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good." He smiles and I think my throat closes, my eyes bulge, my heart stops, my stomach twists every which way and my core tightens. And the next movement almost makes me topple over to the floor. He leans down and kisses my forehead so tenderly it felt like a feather grazing my head. "Can i take you out to lunch?"

"Uh- sure. Yeah."

"Alright, let's go." He grasps my hand with his and intertwines our fingers together. I stare at where our hands meet and my mouth is open. "Careful, I wouldn't have your mouth open like that around me. I might take it as an invitation." I quickly clamp it shut and he shakes his head lightly and chuckles sending yet another spark of warmth through my body and down to my woman regional area.