“Fuck no. You better be smoking something real good if you think I’m going to agree to that.”
The words spewing from my parents mouths as they tried to reason with me made no sense. And the fact that the two professors were dumb enough to even think that mentioning the idea to me would be a good thing, baffled me.
The idea was outrageous, atrocious, barbaric, horrendous, and every other word under the sun that meant it was just plain shitty. I couldn’t even fathom how my parents had thought me of all people would agree to something like this. Never in my life had I ever thought they would think of doing anything as horrible as this.
“...I think it would be good for you. You know me and your father are happy together so why wouldn’t you be happy with who we picked?” my mother was saying.
“Have you been holding your farts in lately mother? I hear you shouldn’t do that because they travel up your spine, into your brain, and that’s where the shitty ideas come from.”
“Well I did have you. Looking back, that seemed like a pretty shitty idea to me,” she snapped back.
The attitude that the Noble woman have made a name with had finally come out. Her professional composure had come down and out had come the claws. From here on, I knew we would be on a downward spiral straight to hell.
That was harsh, I thought but didn’t let it derail me as I took a step closer to her, my eyes narrowing into a glare that usually made even my friends back away from me. My mother, however, was undaunted. She met my glare with one of her own, unwilling to be the first to back down.
“Girls, let’s calm down and think like adults,” my father said, being the only level headed person in this family.
The icy glares didn’t dwindle away, but the harsh exchanging of words did. “How about we hear from each side. Raven you start,” he said, trying to play peace keeper. Benjamin Noble had always been the most calm person in every tense situation, always the one to try and come up with a compromise that would make everyone happy, even when all people wanted to do was argue and get their way. It’s what made him a good professor.
I took a deep breath, a scowl still directed in my mothers direction, and attempted to make my point clear. “I just think that what both of you are proposing I do is unfair to me,” I started, managing to keep the attitude out of my voice, “especially since you have let me pick who I’ve wanted to date before and I was under the assumption that I would get to choose who I marry as well.”
“Unfair? We have given you everything a child could ask for, and now we ask this simple thing and you think it’s unfair?” my mother said, obviously struggling to control her anger.
“Simple?” I ask, clenching my hands into fists at my sides. She seriously thought this was a simple thing? “How can asking me to marry someone I’ve never met before be ‘a simple thing’?”
She glared at me, “you won’t have to search for a man for the rest of your life. We both know no one would be able to put up with you normally. This just seems like the right thing.”
“My patience is wearing thin. And by ‘wearing thin’ I mean you are one smart-ass comment away from being bitch slapped so hard, Google won’t be able to find you!” I snapped at her.
And just like that, the chaos my father had managed to keep to a dull roar, was now a full fledged war once again. The sound of the slap echoed throughout the hall and my hand automatically went to my already red cheek. The bitch had slapped me.
All the anger that had been stored over years of living with this woman, was finally rising. I opened my mouth to continue yelling, but before I could say another word, my father stepped between my mother and I, giving both of us a glare of his own.
