Am I crazy? (✔)

4. Influence

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You instantly snarled upon seeing Vincent. "What's he doing here?"

Your parents whom were already seated in the dinner table quickly scowled at you.

"Respect him." Ordered your mother. "Now sit down, and not another word."

Rachelle, who'd been clinging onto the intruder until he shrugged her off, looked at you displeased. "Ugh, everything was going so well..."

Watching Vincent pull out a chair for you, with an expressionless face you walked towards the other side and sat down, smoothly crossing your arms over your chest.

Frowning, he sat across from you.

Rachelle wasted no time taking the free spot next to him. Soon, wanting to look good, she started serving his plate.

The only noise on the family table was that of the stainless steel tongs CLUNCKING against the bowl.

As your sister distracted herself with the salad, the rest of you were busy with eachother.

Vincent kept nonchalantly smiling at you, while you on the other hand, glared at him. Your father was keeping an eye on you, and your mother worriedly wondered when Rachelle would stop pouring.

There was a tense atmosphere among you all.

"So." He piped up. "How have you been?"

After a few seconds, silence reigned once again.

You simply continued to stare at him.

The other three, expecting to hear an answer and not getting it, turned their attention towards you.

Still nothing, your father's patience wore thin. "The Doctor asked you a question."

"You told me to not say a word."

"Don't play smart with me!" He slammed a hand down on the table, causing the utensils to quiver.

Unfazed, you sighed losing some tolerance as well. "Horrible."

At this, Vincent's eyes narrowed at you. "How about school?"

"Terrible."

"Here?"

"Worse."

"Watch what you say punk." Warned your father.

Everyones eyes had been darting between Vincent and you throughout the conversation.

Your eyes flickered towards your dad. "I have a name."

"Careful with that tone, he's your father." Intervined now your mother.

"Yeah! Stay quiet! You're ruining everything!" Whined Rachelle.

"Oh shut it you brat!" You instantly answered after hearing her annoying cry. "Who asked for your opinion!"

"DON'T YELL AT YOUR SISTER!" Shouted your father agitated. He got up from his chair and pointed at the door. "Go to your room! You've embarrassed us enough tonight!"

Fully agreeing since you didn't want to stay in the first place, you stood up and with all the pleasure in the world walked out the door, up the stairs and into your room, letting the door swing shut.

"Tsk, he has 'em wrapped around his finger."

You got that right. How blind can they be?

Turning to look at your bed, you remembered what you'd been writing earlier.