Unpredictable Love

Chapter 78

Chapter 78

Karleigh's POV

I stalk towards my Mother and the unfamiliar man standing on my staircase. "Who the fuck are you?" I spit the words at the anonymous man. He shifts uncomfortably and forces a smile.

"You must be the infamous Karleigh, I'm Bennett." He introduces himself as if he knows my whole fucking life story.

My fiery gaze shifts over to my Mother, and I make no effort to hide my appalled emotion. "What the fuck is going on?" I growl at her.

She sighs. "Karleigh please, with the language." Her tone tells me that this is a scenario that she was trying to avoid.

"So this is it huh?" I scoff. "This is the reason why you wouldn't let me move back to Atlanta with you? So you could sleep around!" I yell at her in an accusing tone.

Mom looks horrified. "You know that's not what this is about!" She hisses.

I roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest. "Do I? All you seem to do lately is lie to me." I spit at her. "Are you even my Mother?" I scream at her viciously.

Her jaw drops. "How could you even ask me that?" She screams back from her place on the stairs.

A bitter laughs falls from my lips. "Of course, you aren't. Silly me for asking. My real Mother would never do this to me." I growl. She looks as she's going to crumble at any moment. Good, bitch.

"Fine, you want to know what's going on here? Bennett and I have been seeing each other for the past two months." She snaps at me. Anger boils beneath my skin and Angelyse grabs my shoulder in attempt to calm me down. I almost forgot she was here until her touch reminded me. I whip away from her touch and glare at my Mother.

Before I can stop myself, or comprehend what I'm doing, my hand roughly connects with my Mom's cheek making her head twist. She lets out a loud yelp and grabs her cheek in pain.

Bennett grabs my wrist bravely. "Don't touch her like that." He sternly tells me. I rip my wrist away from him and shove my index finger in his face.

"And you!" I scream at him, pointing at him accusingly. "You do not touch me!" I shout. My attention is directed back to my Mother who is fighting back tears.

"I think it's wonderful how you failed to mention Bennett to me, while you were in Dallas!" I shout as I move towards the door. Just as I'm about to leave I turn to face her one last time.

"You know what? I deserve to be happy, Karleigh." She tries her best to sound strong but I can see right through her.

I roll my eyes, "No you don't, you deserve to rot in hell for claiming to love my father who was a damn good man, but you moved on quicker than you can say dead." My tone is hard and cruel.

"I hope you're happy Catherine." I hiss, she chokes out a sob at my use of her real name. "You are not my Mother, you don't even deserve a man half as decent as my father was." I shout at her, not noticing the warm tears escaping my eyes.

'Angelyse grabs my arm and tugs me out the door, dragging me into the passenger seat of her Nissan. I don't bother buckling my seatbelt, I'm too angry to concentrate on anything other than my so called mother fucking that man. Angelyse glances over at me a few times but I try to pay her no mind.

Tears of anger are erupting from my eyes and I can't seem to tame them. I clear my throat in attempt to rid the lump that was building up.

"I can't do this anymore." I whisper to Ang.

She looks at me as we're stopped at a red light. "Pardon?" She chokes.

"I said, I cannot do this any more." I enunciate each word.

"What exactly is it that you can no longer do?" She slowly asks.

"Life. The world." I whisper, trailing off for a moment. "I have nothing to live for, no motivation to keep me moving towards tomorrow. My dad's dead, Harry's trying to die, my mother is a fucked up bitch who I just disowned, and I'm an only child. I have nothing anymore." I sound fragile, as if the slightest touch could shatter me.

"Me. You have me, I'm you're best friend forever, aren't I someone to live for?" She painfully asks. Her words only bring more tears to my eyes as I shake my head.

"I wish you were, but I don't feel like you are." I manage to say. She doesn't look offended by my truthfulness, only saddened. She parks in the lot and speed walks up the apartment. When we're both inside, I pad off to my room and call my Aunt Jocelyn.

"Karleigh?" She coos through the phone in her melodic voice.

"Hi..." I murmur, suddenly uncomfortable with calling her.

"I just got off the phone with your mother. She's very upset." She informs me. I consider telling her that I don't give a shit that she's upset but instead I just shrug to no one in particular

"I have no mother. I'm an orphan." I spitefully tell Aunt Jocelyn. I can sense her discomfort through the phone and she quickly changes the topic to something I wasn't expecting.

"College starts up in two weeks." The way she tells me, is as if she doesn't think I know that.

"I know, I really don't care anymore." I tell her rudely.

"You've got to come back! This is too good of an opportunity for you to pass up. Your schedule came in the mail this morning, Karleigh, you can't turn back now." She persuades.

"I know Aunt Jocelyn, I'll think about it." I try to brush off her manipulation.

"Enjoy your next two weeks in Atlanta, cause you'll be flying back to Dallas soon." She says and I can hear the smile in her voice. I'm about to object when I hear the line disconnect and I roll my eyes.

Curling up in a ball, I tug my covers over my body. Outside my door I can hear Angelyse shuffling around and I clench my eyelids, trying to ignore her wandering.

"Karleigh, need anything from the store?" She yells across the house. I stay silent, feigning that I'm asleep in hopes that she'll just leave without coming in here.

"Karleigh!" She calls again, I remain silent. Finally, I hear the front door open and click shut.

Ten maybe fifteen minutes pass by and I cannot fall asleep. A loud knock comes from the front door, and the doorbell is rang an obnoxious amount of times. I groan and stand from my bed. It's probably Ang, she probably forgot her keys.

I chuckle at the thought just as I twist the door open. But the person standing in front of me is not Angelyse, in fact it's my ex, Michael.

"Michael?" I croak.

"Heard you were in town angel-cakes, thought I'd stop by and pay my lover a visit." He shoots me a disgusting smirk. I attempt to slam the door in his face, but he pushes his foot in the doorway and it prevents the door from closing.

"Now now, is that any way to treat your guests?" His tone makes my skin crawl, and he pushes the door open wider, inviting himself in.