Showing her who's boss. (on hold)

-chapter 11-

Have you ever been in one of those extremely awkward situations and you’re thinking ‘pleaseeeeeeeee just let this be over’ or ‘hurrrry’? But the more you think about it the more time manages to slow down.

Right now I was sitting at the dinner table with Catar, Kayla, Kate and Mark. Mark was Catar’s step dad. I don’t know what happen to his real dad and frankly I was to scared to ask. But I’m assuming he left. I don’t think Catar and Mark had good relation ship. Firstly there was this vibe. It was as if there was this bundle of dislike and maybe a hint of hatred floating toward Mark from Catar. Secondly I noticed a couple things: Catar won’t look Mark in the eyes, their conversations are kind of one sided, like Mark will try talk to Catar but Catar will kind of brush him off, also Mark seems a bit confused and lost on how to communicate or bond with Catar.

All I could hear was the sound of forks hitting the plates. It was really making me nervous. Normally dinners at my house were really loud. Everyone would talk about his or her day.

“So how was school?” Mark asked, finally breaking the silence.

Catar shrugged his shoulders. Not even bothering to really answer Mark. When I turned back to Mark I saw a pang of hurt flash by his features before he quickly recovered and looked at me expectantly.

“It was great.” I lied while giving him a fake smile.

“That’s good then,” he muttered while scratching the back of his head.

Really I hated my school. There were just so many stupid people there. Everyone had to be labeled and judged. Even the teachers were stupid sometimes. There was this one time I got in trouble for asking a question. I didn’t understand something in science so I went and asked the teacher and she yelled at me saying I was trying to get the answers off her. 

“Daddy, Look what I made.” Kayla broached.  From the corner of my eye I swear I saw Catar flinch at the word daddy.

“That’s beautiful sweet heart” he encouraged as he stared at the pile of mush. Kayla had stacked up the mashed potatoes and jabbed some peas it in. “what is it?” he asked doubtfully.

“A circus tent.” She said as if it was the most obvious thing.

Everyone bursted out laughing, every one except Catar. With out warning he stood up from his seat. He did it with such force the chair fell down behind him. He stalked off.

Kate jumped up about to follow him. “No, you enjoy your dinner. Ill see what’s wrong with him.” I don’t know what made me offer to help him, but I just did. Maybe it was because I felt like I owed him after how he helped me when I found out about my mum.

Kate sent me a thankful look before I walked off in the same direction as Catar. When I was at him door I lightly knocked on it.

“Go away!” I heard him choke.

Ignoring Catar I open the door and walked into his room.  When I saw him on his bed with red eyes I forgot he was some one I had wanted revenge on. My heart broke into pieces for him and I didn’t even know why.  He let his head hang low as tears streamed down his cheek and dropped off his chin.

I rushed over to him and pulled him into a hug. At first he was frozen in place but a couple moments later he complied and wrapped his arms around me and buried his head in the crook of my neck and shoulder.

I don’t know how long we stayed like that. As he sobbed I rubbed my thumbs in soothing circular motion. Eventually his tears died down and he looked up at me.

“Thank you” he whispered.

I just sent him a small smile. “Do you want to talk about it?”

It took him a couple minutes before he nodded his head.  I gave him a reassuring look to show him that I was here to listen and help him.

“When I was fifteen my father left. I don’t exactly know why but I think it had something to do with his new assistant at work. She was young, blond and attractive. I remember it was if it had happened yesterday. The yelling, the screaming, the vases breaking and the idiot even had the guts to hit my mum. Of course I went to protect her. But I was flimsy compared to him. As he went to strike her again I jumped in front of her. He hit me instead. I fell to the ground, but didn’t stay there. I pushed my mum to the side before I punched my dad square in the jaw.” He took a deep breath and continued.

“He was fuming after that. He jumped on me and rapidly punched my in the face. I remember hearing my mum screaming and trying to pull him off me but he was too strong. He didn’t stop hitting me until my face was covered in blood and I was rolling around in pain. Before he left he lent down and breathed in my ear ‘ your no son of mine.’ And spat in my face. Then he was gone. He disowned me and left. After that mum went into deep depression. She even tried to commit suicide once. My older brother and I went searching around the whole town looking for her. My brother was kind of lucky. He had already moved out when all of this happened. For a year mum wouldn’t talk to anyone or do anything. I had to force her to eat and drink. We had a nurse that would come over and look after mum while I was at school and work. I worked night shift at a bar because I was the one responsible for all the bills. School became hell as well. My ‘friends’ stopped talking to me and I became an outcast. “ He stopped again and sighed.

“Then mum met Mark. She was happy again, but she wasn’t the old mum I used to know. She didn’t look at me with love any more she looked at me with regret. I didn’t know what I did wrong. I had been there for her when she was at her lowest. A couple months after she met Mark they got engaged, he moved in with us. One night I heard them talking. Mark was telling my mum that she had to be nicer to me or she was going to loose me forever and all that sort of stuff, then mum started to trying bond with me again but I didn’t want her love. She didn’t really want to give it. She was forced to give it to me by Mark. A month after the wedding there was a surprise. Mark had a love child with another woman; that’s where Kayla came in the picture. The woman didn’t want the child anymore so she dumped it at our place. Mum was crazed. She started yelling at Mark but soon enough she forgave him and they started their happily ever after. Their happily ever after didn’t include me though. Fights started occurring between my mum and I. then out of no where mum suggested we needed a fresh start, so we moved here and mum started giving me that forced love again.” He finished.

I didn’t know what to say. My brain was frozen. My heart was wrenched in pain for him. He had been through so much.  All I wanted to do was take all the pain away. I could see it was silently killing him, even though he didn’t show it. I wanted to help him get better. I wanted to heal the wounds even though they would leave a scar. I would try my hardest.

I grabbed his hand and squeezed it. I felt him freeze when I touched him.

“Catar, anyone that has caused you this much pain doesn’t deserve to have you in their life. Your father, no doubt was a heartless man. What he did to you and your mother was wrong. Maybe your mother isn’t giving you fake love. Maybe she is unsure of how to talk to you.” I paused waiting for it to sink in. “ you should consider giving her another chance. But that’s only if you have the will to. Things will get better. It might take awhile but it will and ill be here every step of the way supporting you.”

Catar looked directly into my eyes and without warning he smashed his lips onto mine.

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yes I know late chapter again! Im so sorry. 

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