Ronan: To the Moon and Back

53. It'll Leave a Nasty Scar

Raelyn is livid.

The second she heard that voice, his voice, her heart stopped for a moment, her blood began to boil. She hardly recalls standing, getting up so fast she was sure she pulled a muscle in her back. But how could he be here? Why was he here? Who told him and why the fuck is he standing there looking at her like the past three years haven't happened? Those brown eyes staring at her. 

The last time she saw them they were filled with disgust, thought she was just a naive little girl who needed to grow up and quit crying. Like a child. Like the child whose life was just taken from them. Like the child he absolutely refused to belief had cancer. Like the child that he fucking left behind for her mother to care for by herself. Like the child Rae was forced to no longer be. He wanted an adult; he fucking got one.

Red is all Rae can see right now, clouding her vision and zoning in on nothing but her father. She can hear her blood rushing in her ears, like the sounds of the waves crashing on the shore. She can feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins making her whole body hot with fire. Burning with rage, her knuckles popping with how hard she's squeezing her fist. She's never been this angry before. A nervous whisper breaks through the sound of her wrath in her ears and she abruptly remembers she's not alone. That people are currently witnessing her trying to mentally chuck daggers at her father's head.

"Maybe we should just get some air." Are the hushed words.

Rae can't even place who's voice it is, and barely registers the boys, quickly but quietly, exit the room. However, Louis is rooted to the spot in her peripheral. She doesn't know if she appreciates that or not. Rae tries to breathe, inhales sharply through her nose, attempting to calm her anger and get a few words out to Louis. Barely turning her face towards him, keeping her eyes on the man in front of her.

Through gritted teeth she gets out, "Louis, please go upstairs."

Louis blinks at her like she's crazy, and maybe she is. She doesn't even want to look at herself in a mirror right now. However, Louis has good enough grace to listen. Reluctantly, he stands up, shoots a concerning look at her before turning to head upstairs. As she listens to his foot steps, she starts second guessing if that was a good idea.

The man who calls himself her father begins to speak, after watching Louis ascend the stairs. "Isn't he from-"

"Why the fuck are you here!?" Rae cuts him off, anger kicking up another notch. Maybe it was a good idea to send Louis away, because now that no one besides her mum is here to witness this, she's going full force.

"I called him." MaryAnn states breathlessly, eyes wide.

Rae's eyes snap over to her mother, who looks pale and a little sick and Rae hates her mum's ex husband all over again. But...what? "What?"

MaryAnn shakes her head. "I told him. However, that was not an invitation to come here, David."

That's better. "How do you even know where we live!?" Rae demands. "All this fucking time and now you show up."

"From that one letter you sent with the papers." David informs towards MaryAnn, taking another step in and finally closing the door behind him.

Rae takes one back and makes eyes contact with her mum. "Make him leave."

"I think that's a great idea." Her mother agrees. "You should go. Now."

"Why won't you let me stay?" David asks, and for a moment, a split moment, Rae sees hurt flash in his eyes. How ironic.

"Are you fucking kidding me!?" Rae seethes, regaining her previous step.

"You're not the only one to lose Ronan, Raelyn. I lost my son too."