Black Temptation

Chapter 57

❄️🌺 THESE NEXT FEW CHAPTERS WILL BE ANNOYINGLY INFORMATIVE. YOU MIGHT GET CONFUSED ON WHAT MEANS WHAT. GOOD. YOU KNOW HOW HARRY AND MCKENZIE FEEL COMPLETELY. THE DIFFERENCE IS YOU HAVE SOMEONE (that's me ;) WHO WILL ANSWER ALL YOUR QUESTIONS! ❄️🌺

As if he just shot himself in the foot, his arm falls as well as his soul. Harry blinks at me, weary and I catch his body before he can collapse.

"But I've seen Peters! He-he has facial hair and a slight unibrow!"

"He wears a mask. You can't tell me that you haven't seen the resemblance in their eyes? You can't tell me you haven't felt a chill in your spine when Alexander walked past you? You've been thinking this for a long time haven't you?"

I pause. "I didn't wanna jump to conclusions because it's his dad! That just so-"

"And how do you know this is true? Who told you this? That you're his true son?" Harry breathes.

"Me."

Marge steps out of the darkness, creating an entirely different awkward in the room.

"Harry. I couldn't-I couldn't live with the fact that I was pregnant with the babies of a preacher, while unmarried. Do you know the hardships that would've followed if people knew you and you brother were bastards? We'd be the laughing stalk of the entire town and my baby, I wouldn't out you as such!" She cries. "I only wanted the best for you. And that was Alexander. Until he started to get obsessed with you. And finally, it wasn't about you anymore. It was about him. And his pride. He needed Peters gone so he could be your one and only father."

PJ huffs, "'more than a dad I've ever had."

"You knew he wasn't my father? And you still lied to me all this time?"

"It wasn't because I wanted to. It was because I had to! And you wouldn't have even known the difference-"

"But YOU DID! YOU! DID!" Harry growls.

"So did you know why Peter-Alexander-killed Marianne?" I ask.

"I-I don't know that." Marge replies.

Harry grabs his head, grunting in agony and confusion. Marge tries to get close to him but I step in, blocking her from damaging the last source of refuge I have left.

"Move out of my way. He is my son!"

"Well, maybe you should've thought about that before you just led his life into a big lie. Did you lie about his brother too or is his name even really Harry?"

"I don't have to answer to you, girl."

"And neither do I," He barks. "Let's go."

***

We sit, staring in silence for hours. I contemplate if we should even bother with the party when Harry jumps out of the car looking like he needs to get some things off his chest.

Rachael scuttles to us, clipboard in hand, top hat in check.

"Where have you been? Why aren't you dressed in the right? Your guests have been asking for you and I didn't know what to tell them because you wouldn't answer my calls. Is your iPhone off? Did you get into an accident? Was there another paparazzi mob?"

"Rachael, lower you voice. We just had an impromptu meeting. That's it. Are my is my...father here?"

"Yes sir. With your mom at Table 3 right next to Nancy and the book club."

"Thanks." Harry speaks again.

"Who were just about to leave!" She yells at our fading backsides. Turning to her, I nod and proceed to walk away.

"You're not going to do it now, are you? At least give yourself a break." I say, turning back to Harry. His blonde wig hair disheveled and unkept. He thought it would be rude to show up not dressed as something, as if anyone really cared.

"Here's a thought. How about I kill him, then we break."

"But-but we just got here and we haven't even eaten the cake-"

"How can you even think about cake right now? Your boss, who's trying to kill you is my dad who is now not really my dad and Marianne-oh my god!" Harry grabs a seat as if he's about to vomit on himself.

"Marianne....Marianne was my sister!" He grunts, grabbing his stomach. His face scrunching in disgust.

"Hey! Hey! We don't know that! She could be Alexander's daughter!"

"PJ would've told us....My sister?!? Uh-I'm going to throw up."

"Harry-Harry. We will get through this. I promise. Me and you. Like it always was. Ok? Ok? Look at me. Just me and you."

He nods, I pulling his arm towards me.

"It's over."