The Summer I Spent With You {L.H} ~ Book 2

Chapter Twenty One

"Mila, you can't drive. You've had half a bottle of vodka."

"Fucking watch me." I snarled at Mason as I grabbed my keys from their usual place on the hanging hook. "I'm going to unleash hell upon her."
I made a swift move for the foot but stumbled and so like was able to get there before me; blocking my exit.

"Mila, you've be drinking; you can't drive, you're not going to drive." Like told me, holding out his hands at arms length like he knew I was ready to bulldoze right through him like an old rotten, wooden house. "You need to calm down; it'll do no good shouting and yelling in your current state."

"Boy if you don't-"
I didn't get time to finish my sentence, because in a vulnerable moment, I loosened my stance and he ducked to my waist like he was attempting do crazy wrestling move and flung me over his shoulder.

"Put me down right now! Put me down!" I shrieked as I pounded my fists on his back. I wriggled around but it was no match for his strength as he headed in the direction of my bedroom. I prayed for the neighbours at the extent of the ruckus I was creating.
Gloria snatched the keys from my hands as we passed by.

Slamming the bedroom door shut, like threw me down onto the bed. It was his turn to kick up a fuss.
"Don't you fucking bother trying to get past me; get on your pyjamas and go to bed." He told me, or rather ordered. His voice resembled that of a school teacher.
The authority in his tone made me do as I was told. He wasn't messing around.

Shuffling around sheepishly; I prepared myself to sleep and climbed into my bed; sitting up straight against the headboard with my arms folded across my chest. He looked at me in annoyance as he pulled off his clothes until all that was left was a pair of black boxer shorts and my dirty minded imagination.
"Go to sleep," He turned off the light and rolled over to face me. "Now."

I sighed heavily and sunk down into his arms.

Normally his presence, his touch, it would put me at ease. I could relax and unwind; forget about my problems and just be in the moment with him.
But right not I couldn't.
It was her. It was all her; this whole fucking time.

Luke began to snore lightly and so I was left alone; my thoughts overwhelming me.
It was her; shed poisoned his mind. She'd created the mixture; the ingredients being jealousy and selfishness that she mixed in one big bubbling cauldron and forced it down his throat; cackling like a witch.
Riley; she was an evil, conceited, low life liar.
She'd put the images in my fathers mind, put the words in his mouth and the lies in his thoughts.
She's an absolute fucking psychopath.

The next morning, I had a few moments of bliss. Where I was smothered in Luke and still half in a dream, before I remembered.
Springing out of bed, I shout at the four other sleeping bodies. The anger grew inside me like the ocean swelling before I shouted and the waved came crashing  onto the shore.
"If anyone is coming, get your fucking skates on. Because I'm going now." I wasn't playing around here.
Luke and Matiás stumbled around, picking up their clothes where they fell and still half asleep as I bundled them in the car.

The ride to our hometown was silent; but it wasn't awkward. We all had our different reasons to be angry; and it showed as the air in the space surrounding us misted red and I had to open a window.

Pulling up to the house; the rage I felt yesterday has grown arms and legs was now a giant spider casting a web over my life.

I entered the house like a bull in a China shop ; the picture frames rattled on the walls and the flower on the windowsill lost its last petal. Matiás and Luke scuttled in behind me.
There they all say in the kitchen, laughing away until I had stormed in.

"You want to explain this to me?" I sneered at Riley as I flung the unlocks iPad onto her lap, the messages in show for everyone to see. I wasn't angry anymore; I was completely livid.
"What is this nonsense?" My mother asked but I ignored her, keeping my icy gaze upon Riley.
"Why don't you explain? Huh, sis?"

She looked at me glassy eyed. If this bitch started crying she has another thing coming. I'll give her something to cry about; a swift punch in the jaw.

"But- it is- these are not me?" So apparently this bitch also doesn't speak decent English anymore and is also a registered pathological liar.
"So you didn't send these messages?" I asked her. She shook her head, my father sat in silence.
"I didn't."
"So who did Riley? Who told good ol' dad here," I grabbed the iPad back and staffed reading out just some of the vile messages. "Who told him Luke and Mila ignored me when I was with them today, or my personal favourite; I saw pictures of Luke stumbling out a club with some random girl recently; but Mila didn't care. These are just some of the atrocious lies you've told."

The room fell into agonising silence.

"Is this true Riley? Have you been lying to me?" My Father whispered to my estranged sister, his head in his hands. I'd never seen a man look so defeated.

Riley's silence was the easiest way for her to answer.

"What else are you lying about Riley? do you actually have an illness? Or is that another lie you've been spinning?" I hissed. Adam glanced at his girlfriend, confusion written on his face like a teenage girls diary. That told me exactly what I needed to know. "You sick, twisted bitch Riley. People die from this illness, people suffer from this, go through horrific pain and psychological damage, and you have the nerve to make up some bullshit story to worm your way into our lives. You're a disgrace to this family."

Her lying about the illness only enraged me more. I had worked with people suffering from Parkinson's Disease. I had seen the effects, been told the feelings of the sufferers and the disregard Riley had for those who had endured the wrath of Parkinson's disease infuriated me. People live with this disease, fight hard and continue to show strength throughout their suffering, and the fact that Riley made it part of her evil web of disgusting lies made me hate her more and more. This was a real illness and she showed the up-most disrespect for those who had it.

I wanted my mother to yell, I wanted my father to cuss her out; like the way they had with me. But they didn't, and the silence was absolutely deafening; the only noise being Riley's pathetic little sniffles as she sobbed in her seat.

"Get out of my house. You are no longer welcome here." My mother said. Her exterior was calm and collected, but her tone was as sharp as a butchers knife.
Adam didn't play around either; although it didn't appear that he was a partner in this crime, he was still a witness and s taking Riley by the arm; they packed their bags and we watched them go.

"I'm sorry." She whispered. My father couldn't even look at her.
The door closed behind them and suddenly there was a giant elephant in the room. It felt an age before any of us found the courage to talk.

"Mila, honey. I'm so sorry." I'd never seen a grown man cry like this; I'd never seen someone's heartbreak like this.

"I don't think it's me you need apologise to." I replied in a cutting tone. If his heart wasn't already broken; I'd just smashed it into smithereens.
I grabbed Luke's arm and together we left then to deal with their own actions.
I knew Matiás would be fine.

But the way I was feeling just now, if Luke asked me to runaway; I would, in a heartbeat.