Without You, Conrad ☀︎︎

Love Fool

As I walked through the rest of the house, starting with the living room, all I felt was anger. Not only had Aunt Julia taken everything, but she hadn't even given us a warning. I don't know how she's related to Mom. Because Mom was the most heartwarming person around.

But this... This is something else. This isn't heartwarming. This is death-curdling. The second I walked in, I felt like, for a second time, I was losing her all over again.

I saw Jere go upstairs, and as soon as he came downstairs, he said, "Everything's gone." I heard something moving in the kitchen and quickly realized it was the bitch.

"What the fuck, Julia?" I said with anger boiling inside of me. "I'm sorry. This must be such a shock. I-I spoke to your father this afternoon, and-and he and I decided that it would be best not to drag this out any longer than necessary."

My dad. My dad was a part of this too?

I'm not surprised.

I'm angry. I'm fucking boiling with hatred.

All of Mom's life, he never cared about this house. He was never here.

And now, the second she's gone, he doesn't give it a second thought but sides with her bitchy half-sister who's all in for selling her favorite place in the world?

What kind of man does that?

"I don't give a shit what the two of you decided on," I told her. "You had no right to touch anything in this house. Those were her things!" I said, jerking and pointing at the bitch.

"Breathe, man, okay," Steven said, trying to calm me down. But this wasn't what he thought. This was something I NEEDED to be angry about. I have every right to be pissed. "Stop," I told him.

"Everything's in storage," said Julia. "I made sure that everyone was very careful with every single thing. I'm just doing what I have to do to sell this house."

"Bullshit," I call. "You could have said something. You could have warned us. All you want to do is fight our mom, constantly."

"Okay, enough!" She shouted. "You're not the only one that's hurting here. And I'm not the one you should be angry with. Your mother could have warned you that this was gonna happen. She just wanted to make me the bad guy, as usual."

Who the fuck does this woman think she is?

NO ONE gets to say those kinds of things about Mom. NO ONE. This selfish bitch really thinks that this is my MOM's fault.

"I'm so sorry that she was too busy dying to make your life easier," I said. "You know, it sucks that our grandfather loved her more than you, but I'm not surprised."

Then I stormed off. Jere tried to stop me, but he didn't get to.

I get the final say in this. Not the woman that my mother cared about and wanted to include in things. Not the woman who couldn't even bother to show up to her own sister's funeral.

"Connie, come on," Jeremiah called as he walked out of the house behind his brother. "No." Jeremiah still persisted. "Connie."

"Of course, Dad did nothing to stop her," Conrad said. "Connie, what could he do?" Conrad's level of anger immediately escalated. Did his little brother still not see it? "Jere! He doesn't care about us!"

"And this asshole won't even pick up my-- calls," Conrad said, trying to call his father to confront him. Seconds later, Skye walked out, and Conrad found someone different to confront. He was angry. He had to do something.