C1P2: Secrets

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I walked in to the kitchen to find her cooking breakfast, and as I walked towards her to talk to her, but before I could get a word out she turned and said "Harrison, I think its time we talk." She caught me off guard, "About w-what?" I stuttered. "Dexter." Her voice quivered, saying his name didn't exactly come out easy. So many thoughts were racing through my mind at once, I feel the blood rushing through my veins and the heat flashes coming on due to my anger. What could Dexter have possibly done to my mother to hurt her this badly? She turned off the stove and moved all the food off the and served us. Then she pulled me to the table and sat In front of me and brought a plate to Isabella and told her to go eat in the living room, which was odd because we're NEVER allowed to. So I knew the pressure was on, I could feel my heart pounding through my chest. I listened to and analyzed every word that came out of her mouth. She told me everything that led up to my fathers death. My grandfather, Rita, trinity, Aunt Deb, Who she really is, Who Dexter really was. I felt a wave of disgust and rage come over me. " I could never find the words to tell you before son, I wasn't ready, and I worried you weren't either." She said after a moment of silence. I watched her look at me like she felt bad. She could see the anger in my eyes. I was too shocked to say anything, so I sat there, looking at her with my mouth open and my eyes full of disappointment. "That went well, didn't it?" I said as I pushed away my plate of food and stood from the table. "Harrison I'm sorry I didnt tell you sooner, I waited until I thought you might've been ready" "There's no way to really prepare for that kind of background story mom. Why would you do this?" Ive waited all my life to hear about my dad again, and hes dead, now I dont even have a chance to tell him how much I hate him for all the pain he's caused.

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