Sweet Love #Wattys2016

8 - Burning Flames

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Anger.

Pure scorching anger is all that I feel pulsating through my veins and through my brain, burning faster and faster with every passing second. Burning hotter and hotter. And burning brighter and brighter.

"Linda is what?" I won't allow myself to accept it. I won't. I can't. For mine and my mom's sake.

They exchange worried looks.

"I'm pregnant, honey."

Honey.

I almost lash out right then and there. Flickers of loathe and despise blaze violently in my eyes, taking all control of my thoughts and body.

Linda notices my revulsion and cowers away after speaking those words.

Linda is pregnant. She's pregnant. She's now officially a part of the family. She's now tied to my dad—tied to all of us in some way. In a sickening way. And I, of course had no say.

No. I won't let her. Or my dad. I won't let them.

My dad doesn't have the right to waltz back into my life like he didn't just spend those ten years ignoring my existence. Ignoring the fact that I needed a father. Ignoring my feelings.

The two of them know so little about me. They should at least know by now that I have way too much pride to establish forgiveness.

I narrow my eyes and lean towards the two of them. My voice lowers to a mere bitter whisper. "I may be stuck here for the summer and stuck under your roof. But the moment school starts up again, I'm gone. And I'm not coming back. I don't want anything to do with the both of you or your stupid family issues and I definitely don't want anything to do with this new kid of yours."

I don't know what was worse in that short period of time. The damaged look wounded in their faces or the fact that I didn't care that I put it there.