Arranged? More Like Deranged!

Chapter 10

I woke up in my room. My room at home.

No, not home.

My parents' home.

I sat bolt upright and stared around me. What was going on?! Why was I here, of all places?!

I thew my door open and stormed down the stairs to the kitchen.

And my mom smiled up at me from her latest romance novel.

"Good morning, Trina! Did you sleep well?" She asked, taking a sip of her coffee.

Nonononononononononono. That wasn't a dream. It couldn't have been a dream. If I asked my mom right now then she would tell me that Luke just thought I needed to spend some time with my parents. Yeah. That's all. Just some time making up with my parents.

Shit. My parents who I said I was never returning to until they stopped fighting... but Luke wouldn't do that to me, right? Of course not. And mom was out of her room! Her and dad must have made up!

I smiled back. "Morning mom. It's nice to see that you and dad are talking again."

My mother cocked and eyebrow at me and I wanted to pour her coffee on her head. "Again?" She asked in a suspicious voice.

I knew immidietly what was happening here. Did my parents really think I was that stupid? Did Luke really think I was that stupid?

They were faking all this. Luke probably thought I was getting mentally ill from stress, which was something I had actually though of too. But could living in the past really solve that? 

It might've worked if I hadn't seen right through it all.

"Yes, mom. Again. Don't even try to fake this. I know this is all just an act."

My mom's face stayed composed. Her mask turned into a skeptical frown. How convincing, I thought, impressed. Mom should get into acting.

"Honey... maybe you should go lie down." She said, reaching across the table to touch my forehead. I leaned away from her, scowling.

"I'm perfectly fine, mom." I growled. I wasn't in the mood for this. 

Suddenly I smiled, knowing exactly how to catch my mom in the act of lying.

I leaned back and smirked, folding my arms in a cocky manner as I stared at my mother, whom was still frowning at me.

"Where's Tori?" I asked her.

Mom was ready for that question, and I should've expected it. Her face became almost angry. "She's at her foreign exchange school for the week. Katrina, really, I think you may have a fever-"

I slammed my hands onto the table and snarled at my mother. "This is disgusting. It's pathetic. I know this is all a lie, mom. What're you going to do in a week, when Tori's supposed to be back? Tell me she wanted to stay another week? A year? Say she bought a house in her foreign exchange city? Just stop lying to me, for God's sake!"

My mom blinked at me, her expression melting into concern as she stood. "Honey, really, let's get you to a doctor. I think you've got seperation anxiety... or... or..."

"SHUT UP!" I screamed at her. She jumped and the table rocked, spilling her coffee over her romance novel.The table and floor were soaked in coffee in no time.

"You made this engagement happen, mom, and now you can't take it back. It's kinda like your coffee on your book! It's stained now and you can't get that stain out. The damage is permanant, mom. This "stain" in my life is permanant. Sorry it ended up like this, but I'm not turning back now."

I strode towards the door, not expecting my mom to try and stop me. But vines shot out of the ground and wrapped themselves around my wrists. "Let me go, mom." I said calmly.

"No." A shaky voice said from behind me. "You're still my daughter. Legally for another year. And if someone is giving me the oppertunity to make everything the way it was before, I'm going to. No matter what it takes." Her voice was shaky, yes, but it was fierce. She was extreamly furious and extreamly determined to keep me here.

I used my own magical talents to cut the vines off me using rocks. I tried to make a run for it but walls of rock rose around me. I smashed it myself with my own rocks and tried my best to distract my mom by smothering her in vines so that I could get away. If she couldn't focus, she couldn't command the earth.

It only worked until I burst through the gate and ran half way down the driveway. Then another bunch of walls boxed me in. I smashed my fist into the wall of rock behind me to get my anger out, and it crumbled thanks to my magic. My timing was bad, though, and I had hit it a little earlier than I'd smashed it; my knuckles throbbed painfully.

My mom and I stared eachother down. I growled harshly, a deep, chain-saw sort of sound deep in my throat."Don't you understand?" I yelled at her. "By keeping me here you're hurting me even more. You think it's going to help my health if I think I'm right and everyone else is calling me crazy? That's just gonna make me angrier, more stressed out! It's just going to hurt me even more! Can't you see that, mom?"

I breathed heavily, but this wasn't the end of my rant. Not yet. I relaxed my stance from the ready-to-pounce to a confident stance.

"Wow." I laughed bitterly. "You're real good at this whole mother thing, aren't you? Your first child kills himself. Your other one runs away. And you think that by keeping me under lock and key here that I'm not going to follow in their footsteps? Look at me, mom! I'm already trying so hard to get away from you. When I was nice enough to come back you blamed dad for everything. Why can't you just grow up and take the blame for things that are your fault?"

Right on cue my dad came out beside my crumbling mother. "What are you two doing out here? Trina?" My dad asked.

"And you!" I called, staring at my father. "How can you just sit in that office all day and ignore reality? Your wife is upstairs behind a door letting herself die. Your son killed himself, your oldest daughter ran away and look! Here I am, struggling to get away too! Knock knock, dad. It's time to wake up. You can't ignore reality forever. Eventually everything is going to catch up with you. But both of you are too weak and naive to even see that, aren't you?"

I scowled in disgust as my parents stared at me. "Fine then. If you've got nothing to say to me, I'm gone. And I'll just assume I'm right."

My parents were frozen in shock as I ran away from them down the streets.

It was what I had set out to do. My parents were crumbling back there and I was the heartless victor.

And now this heartless victor had a meeting with her mindless fiance.

Hope you enjoyed this one. I know Katrina seems like a total bitch here, but she's just tired of her mom trying to live in the past and her dad ignoring everything and Luke thinking that every can be fixed so easily. She's tired of everyone ignoring key things in life. I wasn't sure if that was clear so I wrote it here. Hope that helps.