Getting Married to the Bad Boy *REVISED* (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 5

"Hello little one, how was school today?" Hannah greeted upon my arrival.

"Hey, Hannah," I responded out of courtesy. "Are mom and dad home?"

"Well, Mr. Evans is currently in his study and your mother-" "Thanks, Hannah," I said, cutting her off. I couldn't care less about what my mother was doing at the moment. I just needed to know that one of them was home.

Skipping the stairs two at a time, I speed walked to my bedroom, opening the door just enough so that I could throw my bag inside; hopefully, it landed on the bed. Closing my door, I continued down the hall on the second floor, stopping at the study that was four doors down from my room. Giving the sturdy door three rapt knocks, I stood and waited.

"Come in."

"Dad," I began immediately, not taking in my current surroundings. "Is it true? Are we having dinner with the Collins again?"

My father sighed as he removed his reading glasses, placing them on the stack of papers he had before him. He leant back in his comfy, leather, plush, black chair and massaged his forehead.

"And where exactly did you get that piece of information?" he asked.

"A little birdy told me."

He rose an eyebrow, clearly amused. "This little birdy wouldn't so happen to go by the name of Reece, would it?"

"Does it matter? You're not denying it."

"I didn't say I was."

"Dad," I whined.

He sighed, leaning forward, placing his elbows on the mahogany work desk and fixed me with a stern yet gentle stare.

"Yes, tomorrow evening we will be going to the Collins' residence for dinner,"

"But-"

"and your presence has been highly requested, so there is no backing out of this one like you've done the others." His voice was firm and final. I sighed; it was rare for him to speak to me in such a tone, but there was no room for argument whenever he did.

"Ok, Dad," I said in defeat, leaving the room. Leaning my back against the closed door, I took a deep breath.

Well, I tried.

Getting rid of the burden I felt from not being able to cancel the dinner meeting, I pushed off the door. I was about to make my way to my room when I heard faint sobs coming from further down the corridor.

Taking calculated steps closer to the sounds, I found myself in front of my parents' room. Turning the doorknob, I slowly pushed the door open, peeking through the opening to see my mother on the floor, looking weak and fragile, embracing a framed picture. I didn't have to look to know what she was hugging and crying over. My hand tightened around the knob as my heart pounded.

It's been three years since that time, and nothing but sadness has filled my parents' hearts while guilt-filled mine. It was a reoccurring thing to see my mom in this state every now and again, and it hurts me every time.

Closing back the door softly, I made my way to my room.

I'll never be able to fill that void, will I? Especially since I am the one responsible for it being there.

**

'Thank God it's Friday,' I thought to myself as I laid in my bed staring at the ceiling.

Seeing my mother cry like that brought me back to earth and reminded me that my wants and likes weren't of importance. I've put my parents through so much. The least I could do was do whatever they asked of me; Regardless of how against it I was. My hands clenched into fists by my side as I thought about having to see the Collin's tomorrow evening and what Reece may view it as if he saw us.