"Hey" I breathed down the line. I sighed in relief, both about being out of that room, away from that women and the fact that I saw the person calling was Ben.
"Hey Bells" came a strained voice. "The lockdown has been lifted."
"Oh okay." I tried to remain neutral.
"Look, where are you?" He asked in concern.
"Ben, what is it? It my dad ok? Is your dad ok?" I asked quickly, my neutral tone gone as I clutched onto the phone.
"Yeah their both ok, but," he stopped and his voice suddenly turned to a whisper, a cracked whisper.
"Just come around mine when you get back, I'll tell you then."
"Ben, what's happened?" I spoke softly, emotion filled my veins.
"I...Just get home soon."
"Wait no, tell me! Is.. has somebody..." I left the conversation open, us both knowing the word I missed out.
"I'll see you soon, I love you." He whispered avoiding my question.
"Ok. You too, bye," I whispered, the line went dead and I made my way back into the room, attempting to compose myself and clear my eyes of tears.
"That was a bit rude" Mrs Henderson muttered the moment I entered the room.
"Excuse me?" I looked towards the black haired women.
"Taking a phone call during dinner," she pointed to her plate. "Very rude," she nodded to herself.
"I'm just" I signalled for the door. "Going to go, you know leave this house where I'm clearly not wanted."
It was best to leave that house before I completely lost it and shouted the roof down. Remain calm Arabella!
"Who was on the phone that was so important?" she challenged instead.
"You want to know?" I asked and she nodded her head. "Yeah well you're the last person I would tell." I resorted.
"Well you could at least come up with a good excuse" she sneered. What was her problem seriously?
Mentally I began a grand speech to shut her up. It went a little like this. -- Mrs Henderson my father is currently out fighting for his life and others in Afghanistan. Fighting a war which may I add, your country dragged us into, (I honestly didn't believe that but I would be making a point in anger). So I'm ever so sorry that it interrupted your lovely dinner. But we both know it just interrupted your interrogation of me, making a 100% sure that I'm some lowlife. I can tell by the looks you gave me and are giving me. I'm sorry I'm not like you, well actually I'm not, I'm glad I'm not like you. I'm not sorry for my religion or ethnicity which you have continued to degrade all evening and I'm not sorry for taking a phone call when my father's unit in the army has been down for a whole day and a half to find out whether he is alive or not. And I feel sorry for you for being such an ignorant, bitter, twisted women who doesn't understand different beliefs, different ways of life and different viewpoints other than her own. --
But of course I did not say any of that to her. I just smiled sweetly to her and said. "It really was a pleasure to meet you Mrs Henderson. We should really do this again some time." Sarcasm dripping off every word and with that I turned and left, and was out the door in an instant. I was halfway up the gravel pathway before I heard the crunches of feet behind me.
"Wait!" Theo grabbed my arm.
"Let go," I warned lowly, staring at his hand. "Just get off me!" I added hoarsely.
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The Arabella Conundrum
Teen FictionArabella is an enigma to everybody around her. She's got deep secrets and a talent for hiding them. Her loud façade is hiding a lost, broken girl who is trying to keep her head above the water. When Theodore enters her life he has to deal with the e...
