Her Perfect Half

Chapter fifteen

For the past two weeks, nobody in this house could breathe without starting an argument. I've been walking on eggshells day and night. I only get out of my room to eat and talk with Mom.

The rest of my day. I spend in my room talking to Maximo. It helps me cooperate with the situation. For the past two weeks, I've been struggling with stress and anxiety.

My private teacher stopped coming. I guess Dad fired her. Because apparently, 'I'm ready to be married.' What the fuck, Dad? I'm fifteen, for God's fucking sake.

I could hear a car parking on our driveway. I go to my window, and I see three people. Diego, Maximo, and I'm guessing the last person is their father.

I go downstairs just in time to see my mother opening the door for them, smiling. 'Come in, we've been waiting for you.' The sweet lies that come out of her mouth sound sickening.

Diego takes my mom's hand and kisses it. Cliche, honestly, who does that? 'It is lovely to meet you.' Ugh, his deep voice is so gross.

Mom looks mortified. But she keeps her cool. He gives her flowers and walks right to me, grabbing my waist rather roughly. 'And you have to be Kiarra.'

'Yes, you must be Diego, then.' I had to pretend I didn't know him and also pretend he didn't want to kill me. Aren't you amazing, Dad? 'You're right.'

Dad comes in, and ugh, he has this disgusting smile on his face. Maximo's dad immediately goes in for a handshake, but my father hugs him instead. He never hugged me as a child. Why is he hugging this man?

For Lord's sake, he barely spoke to me as a child. Suddenly, he is all smiling and hugging everyone. My hatred toward this man is growing each day.

'Dinner is getting cold, so if you don't mind going to the dining room, it would be great.' We go in, and Diego sits beside me. Maximo is across from me.

Dad is on the other side of the table, Mom is next to him, and the mystery man, who I assume is Maximo's dad, is on the other end of the table. The adults start talking about the wedding.

I zone out. It's not like the moment I go back to Spain, I'll stay with Diego. Fuck no. I'm running away. Yes, this might be a bad fucking idea, but at least I won't see his ugly face.

Diego nudged me with his elbow in my ribs. 'What the fuck is your problem. Pretend I don't fucking exist, okay? Asshole.' I whisper yell, looking at him. 'Theyre asking stuff about the wedding, bitch.'

He says through gritted teeth. Fuck. Shit. Damn, fucking God, kill me right on my fucking spot. 'I don't care.' The look on my father's face is priceless. 'What do you mean you don't care?'

'I don't care. It's not like I want to marry Diego. Do whatever you want with the wedding.' He is getting red. 'Kira, this is your wedding, after all. You have to care.'

'Nope, you want to marry me off. You plan and do the wedding. I'll sit and look pretty.' I stand up and leave. Minutes later, a knock followed by my door opening.

I turn around, and Maximo is there. 'You can not resist me even in my own house.' I laugh. 'Ha ha ha. You are not funny, Kira. But the thing you did downstairs fucking hilarious.' He starts laughing, and I get closer to him.

I grab him by his shoulder and kiss him. He squats down a bit because I'm not the tallest girl in the world. I love my height. It is perfect. 'Want to sneak out?'

'Of course I do. Come on, through my window. It's not that tall you can jump. Unless you're scared of heights?' He laughs and jumps out. I followed him. 'You're crazy.'

'I know. That's my charm.'