Thanksgiving Day
Siena
I paced back and forth around my bedroom, letting my feet run me in circles through the baby pink carpet.
It was Thanksgiving Day, nobody was speaking to eachother, Meggy wasn't downstairs yet which wasn't like her, Uncle Jay was getting into it with daddy about who knows what and if that wasn't bad enough, King would be here in less than an hour.
Biting on the corner of my bottom lip, I silently prayed that no one would embarrass me while pulling the large olive green knitted sweater over my head. Pairing it with dark denim jeans and brown riding boots, and large gold hoops, I pulled my hair into a high bun. Blowing out a breath, I made my way downstairs, instantly getting hit with my favorite holiday scent; food.
"Hey babygirl." Daddy greeted with a fork full of my grandma's mac and cheese.
"Hey daddy. Hey everybody." I said attempting to sneak a slice of sweet potatoe pie, only to be popped by my grandma.
"Don't even." She said causing me to laugh. "Alysia. Get down here chile and feed my grandson."
"Why can everybody eat but me?" I pouted but was simply ignored. I checked the time on my phone to see it was going on three. Thanksgiving Dinner would be starting soon, so I began taking the finished dishes and placing them buffet style along the long wooden table draped in a burgundy tablecloth.
"Dad, where's Meggy?" I wondered as he sat paper plates, cups and utensils on the island.
Scrunching up his brows, he looks at his watch and bit the inside of his cheek. "I'll be right back."
Tremaine.
Walking toward the door, I got there just as the bell rang. Wrapping my hand around the gold knob and quickly opening it without asking who it was and I came face to face with my son, Tristan.
"Hey daddy!" He squealed. His excitement to see me always melted my heart.
"Hey buddy." I beamed before noticing his mother still sitting in the driver seat of her running car.
Tristan followed my gaze and waved in her direction as I watched in confusion. "Where's mommy going?" I wondered.
"She said she would be back." He told me before I nudged him inside.
"Go on in out of the cold." I told him before jogging toward Megan's car.
Looking down at her phone, she didn't notice me at her window until I tapped my finger against the glass. She rolled it down a bit, getting hit with a gust of cold wind.
"Where you going?" I asked getting straight to the point.
We hadn't spoken since all the shit hit the fan and she looked to be uncomfortable in my presence. Clearing her throat and shifting in the leather seat, she simply said "I'll be back." But I could tell she was lying.
"You're not staying with your family on Thanksgiving?" I unintentionally snapped. "Why because you're mad that-" I began only to get cut off by her light chuckling.
"This is not my family. This is my son's family. His father, grandmother, siblings, aunt and uncle, and his step mom." She said lowly. "And he's here. Just drop him off whenever."
"Man Megan stop with that dramatic shit. This is your family. Alysia was your best friend before she-"
"And everyone else came from you." She said, her voice raising a notch. "This whole situation has been unfair from the beginning and I'm just realizing it. You're trying to play house with your fucking wife and your girlfriend so you can be comfortable but you don't give a fuck about anyone else."
