Something I Want

Chapter 24.

-Grace, do you have oil?

I open my eyes lazily, but regret it, because the light in the room irritates my eyes.

- What? - I sighed.

- You overslept. how are you feeling

I sit up suddenly and look at Ian.

- Oh, good. I have to get ready for school, - I rub my neck.

- Maybe skip school today? - he smiles.

- What time is it? - I look at my phone on the table.

-After nine.

Mother also enters the room.

- Does something hurt? - she sits on my bed.

- A little sore throat, but it will pass, - I clean my eyes with my fingers.

- Today we will have an important guest. Ian's son will come here for a week.

-Ian what? Does he have a son? do you have a son - sleep seems to be disappearing.

Ian smiles and nods.

-Ohhh, -and finally I understand why so many rooms are needed for this house -Okay. I will miss school today.

- Okay. Come down for breakfast, -Ian.

I nod and fall on the pillows, and they leave my room. After looking at the ceiling for a few seconds, I decide to get out of bed. I lazily crawl into the bathroom. In no hurry, I did a very nice make-up. I liked him so much that after taking a picture of myself, I uploaded the photos to Facebook, IG and even on my Snapchat wall.

- Grace!

Mother's shout makes me stop laughing in front of the camera. I look out the window and a black Audi car is parked in the yard of our house.

-Who are you?

I ask myself one last time, I look in the mirror. Red dress and straightened hair. I look great. I can hear my mother's joyful voice in the corridor on the stairs and parted from each other? - Hi , right? We shake hands and smile. 

- I will accompany you to your room, - Ian pats his son on the shoulder and follows Ian. We go into the dining room and look at the table that mom has prepared. 

- I wink at her and grab a grape from the table What the hell are you going to do?! The young man's voice sounds harsher than anything else. I want to cover my ears. I look at my mother, and she looks worried. What do I not know and what is going on?

  - Don't even dare, Zayn! We jump at the sudden slamming of the door and I choke on a grape that I forgot left in my mouth. Ian appears in the dining room. He smiles strangely and looks at us. 

- I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, - Ian nervously combs his hair. 

- Can I help you with something, dear? - mother hugs him carefully.

  - I don't think so, dear. I smile. - And maybe I could try to solve something? 

- I'm a rib. They look at me sadly and Ian prepares to answer something, but his mother stops him. 

- We have to tell you too, - mother sighs. I frown and look at them intently. - We... decided to move... further forward, 

- mother. -...what? No... I can't. Too fast and even very fast. 

-Get married ...- Ian finishes carefully.

- No. I say dryly and turn to go. -Grace, - mother falls silent.

- Mom, too soon. I can still only see you with dad. Not with Ian or anything else, just with dad. I need time.

- But I can't anymore, Grace. I want to continue living. A lot of time has passed.

- It seems that you don't care about dad, - I frown even more - It hurts.

-Grace ...-Ian tries to intervene, but mom stops him.

- I have always loved your father. He sent me Ian. I believe that this is his work...

-Grace, let's get out of here before they understand what they're talking about.

I nod to him in agreement. We go to the corridor and after putting on our jackets, we leave the house with my mother yelling.