Capture My Heart

Fallout

I was in the kitchen trying to think of something I make when I heard the door bell. I went to see who it was.

The minute I opened the door, I instantly regretted it.

"Where's Connor?"

"He's not here."

She stepped inside.

"I'll wait."

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"I don't care what you think." She looked at me. Bitch.

"Connor isn't in the best frame of mind at the moment."

"Doesn't matter. I came to speak with him."

"And I'm telling you he's not here."

She turned to me, "I would advise you to watch your tone. I know all about you Miss Lockwood."

"Oh and that makes you an expert on my life?"

"Do not test me."

"Or what? You will make my life a living nightmare? What is wrong with you people? Do you not have anything better to do then waltz around trying to start trouble?"

She just glared at me.

"I've been in rougher situations than standing here watching you glare at me, so don't even try," I warned her. God I hated this woman. Clarissa's mother was a certifiable bitch.

Just then Connor walked in.

"Barbara. Why are you here?"

"I came to speak to you but this wretched woman was lying, telling me you weren't here."

"I wasn't. I just got back," he said as he walked over to me and snaked his arm around my waist. This didn't go unnoticed by Barbara.

"I came to clear up any lies my insolent son might have told you," she said in an icy tone.

"Actually, Andrew is probably the only one that has been honest with me. Not like anyone else has had the nerve to do so," he snapped back.

"I don't feel this appropriate to talk in front of her." Her voice was filled with disdain. Feeling's mutual hunny.

"Actually, Sera knows about it."

I watched her face contort in horror.

"What? Did you honestly think I wouldn't tell her what a conniving, lying, whore you're daughter truly is?" I couldn't believe how cold Connor was when talking about Clarissa. There wasn't an ounce of happy memories anymore. It had been replaced with detest.

"My daughter is more of a woman than she will ever be," she snapped pointing at me.

"Really? Because it seems to me you're daughter had a few skeletons in her closet. And, and, you're a big meanie," I retorted.

Connor looked at me as she glared at me. Hey at least I didn't call her an old hag, even though she is one.

"We'll continue this discussion another day," she said in firm tone as she turned and left.

Once the door closed, he looked at me and said, "big meanie?"

"I panicked."

"At lease come up with something a bit more biting like doo doo head or jerk face."

"Okay, I know that sounded ridiculous but I don't like her."