Dreamer☀️ {Completed}

17. ⛅️

   " I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Years Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want to start the rest of your life as soon as possible." - When Harry Met Sally (best movie ever, I promise y'all. It's my favorite. )

I never thought silence could quickly become so deafening. My eyes darted between the stranger who claimed he was my brother and my dad, and what was once confusion quickly melted into anger.

"Dad, what the hell is going on? Where's mom?" I feel Derek's eyes burning holes into my back and I step even closer to him.

My dad swallows thickly, as if his lies have finally caught up with him. He eyes my "brother" and I, and takes a hesitant step towards me.

"Your mother is very upset right now and she left. Listen, baby-"

"And why would she be upset?" The anger bubbles in me and rises steadily. My hands clench into fists as I wait for his answer.

The unsettling feelings of anger, betrayal, and confusion all swirled into one, creating a mess of butterflies in my stomach and rage in my head. Now, my dad was gone for work a lot, but he certainly wasn't a cheater.

Right?

"B-because I told her about Anthony. He's a year older than you-"

"A year older? But you and mom have been supposedly married for twenty fucking years!" I scream out the last words, causing everyone to flinch from my tone.

Derek behind me takes a deep breath. I don't even glance back to look at his face. He's probably laughing at me, judging me, but my anger forbids me from focusing on it.

The corners of my dads lips tilt down as if they suddenly weigh two tons. His shoulders sag too, now carrying the weight of the hatred my mother and I have for him. How dare he?

Doesn't marriage mean anything to people anymore? Doesn't anything mean anything to people anymore? What about feelings? These days, people were so quick to act carelessly without thinking of all the feelings they could possibly hurt.

People were selfish, and that's what I tried so hard not to be.

"Honey, I made a mistake. I thought I had it covered. I ended it with his mother but was still there for him." My dads voice is shaky and pleading and I clench my eyes shut, shaking my head.

Oh God. Was Hannah Montana going to pop out now singing about how everyone makes mistakes? It was comical, really, the things that happen to me.

"So this was what all those business trips were for, huh? You're a liar, a sick liar! Where's mom?"

I feel Derek's hand starting to take a hold of mine to perhaps calm me down or restrain me, maybe even a mixture of both. Honestly I forgot he was even there with all the bottled up anger spewing out of my mouth.

My dad gulps again, loosening the tie around his neck and I want to strangle him with it. Never have I wanted to be so violent with someone before.

"Angel, let's go inside and talk about this. You shouldn't get worked up with your co-"

"Don't try to parent me, you bastard! Where were you all those days? On my birthdays even? With your other fucking family? You didn't try to parent me then, so you sure as hell don't get to start now!"